Brielle

one

BRIELLE

Some people say being addicted to something can be beautiful and leave you happy that you crave for more. But others, say the opposite. They say it can be painful, heart-breaking.

And when you finally get out of the drowning feeling, you feel happier. Happier that you've made it, made it out of the trap. But even though your out of 'it' and your better.

It will never be good enough, not for me. Simply because the feeling lingering in my chest that never goes away, always makes me feel like there's something else for me.

But I'm not entirely sure what it is yet.

It could be anything, love, money, happiness or even becoming like the worlds most famous billionaire.

New kardashian or some shit.

But I really doubt it's any of that, from the way my life has gone these past ten years. Even when from I was a baby, my life has always been the same. Stuck in a never ending hole, that whenever it feels like you're getting to the surface- you only fall back down.

"What are you doing?" My grandma asks, leaning on the counter top beside me. She stands hunched over, her eyes narrowed.

Shaking my head, I recall the last five minutes. Staring at the laundry I've been trying to pick up for the past ten minutes, but every time I think I've done it something falls.

And then all of it falls.

"You've been staring at the clothes for five minutes," Grandma says, looking unimpressed.

"They're annoying me," I sigh, beginning to pick up the damp clothes from the floor. "Can you hold these for a sec?"

Grandma sucks in a breath, "No."

"Great, thanks," I sigh, picking up more clothes and throwing them over my shoulder.

I've been back in Langston for two days and I'm already doing the washing, cleaning, cooking, practically everything a seventeen-year old doesn't have to be doing.

On top of all that, I'm also joining back Langston High tomorrow, meaning my life is about to get a whole more complicated than it already is.

When I left halfway through freshmen year I was half expecting that when I came back everything would be the same.

Especially grandma's bungalow.

But it all changed, it went from being bright neon colours, to the bland black and white.

I'm not complaining, it's actually not that bad.

The only bad thing was my Dylan O'Brien cut out being thrown out and burned.

Burned.

"You have work in fifteen minutes," Grandma reminds me, making me sigh. Last week, just a day after I arrived, Grandma 'pulled some strings' and got me a job at a diner.

Brushing off my work uniform, a black shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans. Fancy I know, but there's not much I can do about it.

Grandma shakes her head, and begins to walk back to the sofa she was just sat on, watching some game show.

"Can you ask mum what she wants for dinner?" I shout after her. She turns around before sending me a pointed look.

"Brie, I can't keep doing that for you, you need to suck it up and talk to her," Grandma snaps and I groan.

"Soon enough I won't be able to make it to her room." She adds shaking her head and I let out a frustrated breath.

"I ask you for one thing!" I gasp out pushing down the clothes with my chin so I can get a better look at the older woman.