16 year old Haven feels lost and empty. With a dead mother and a father that wants nothing to do with her, she seeks refuge with a group of misfits.
7 years ago...
I tapped my fingers anxiously on the wooden dinning room table. My mom always made my breakfast even though I was 11. I've never trusted myself with a stove after the "pancake incident". No need to go into details there. Dad wasn't home either since his shift started at 5 in the morning. I glanced at the clock, knowing soon I would have to collect my backpack and leave for the long walk to school.
"MOMMM!" I desperatly whined, growing quite impatient. I sighed and slid off the chair. "Fine then but if your late for work it's not my problem." I mumbled under my breath as I dragged the chair to the refrigerator. I stepped on top of it and felt around for the granola bars.
I made a slight gagging noise when I saw the box. Mom's stupid health craze. I was hungry though so I ended up stuffing the extra fiber granola bar into my backpack. I also threw in a coke after guessing that mom wouldn't be waking up anytime soon to see.
I locked the door and left for my walk to school, reluctantly eating the granola bar and happily chugging the soda.
I continued walking home after the long stressful day of school. The huge red F on my math test wasn't making me feel any better. And why did they make me walk to school! My fert felt like bars of lead and I reached the final block. The house grew larger until I reached the sidewalk. I did however take notice of mom's car, which was still parked in the driveway.
Digging out my key from the endless piles of paper in my bag. I then dropped it to the ground and shut to door.
"I'm home!" I yelled but to greeted with silence. "Mom?" I called out, scanning the house for her. Maybe she carpooled to work but that still didn't stop me from checking every room. I made my way up the stairs to my parents bedroom.
"Are you home? Mom?" I asked out before swinging the door open to reveal a sight I will never forget. My mother, beautiful even in death, layed on the bed. A gun was laying by her side and a bullet hole in her head. The dark sticky crimson blood matted down her dark brown hair. One silent tear slid down my cheeks as I fell to the ground and looked up and her.
Okay everyone I know MCR isn't in it yet but they will be! And I also apologize that there isn't alot, because I am typing this on my ipod. Reviews are always awesome and don't stop reading! MCR will definatly be in the next chapter :) love you all!