Learn To Cope

Hannah’s POV

I had to run, it was what I done best. I ran away from my fears only to find new ones leaving my life in shreds as I went through this nightmare. This time in particular I was racing down one of the side roads of La, the city of dreams, my home. It was also a place a bit like hell for me and the drugs where my angels in some mad deciphered thought that ran through my head whilst my legs burnt from my Olympic worthy sprint. Tears in my eyes and my vision seeing little black dots making it hard to concentrate.
My body was over heating and my mind started to cloud up, I could feel my legs give in as I slumped to the ground hearing faints screams and people trying to help me. I gave in there was no point in living any more, I just let myself relax into a pit of darkness were nothing can hurt me anymore. Preferably where I belonged.

Austins's POV

4am and I was still laid staring at the cracked ceiling of my room in California . This is crap, they can't just let me go can they? I rolled over onto my side whilst letting out a laboured sigh, I closed my eyes dreaming about the day I would be able to walk out of here and see sunshine again. Maybe I could even get a proper job, a girlfriend who might actually like me and not my performance under the sheets. My body let me drift into a dreamless sleep like every other night.

Waking up to my door slamming open and a ''breakfast'' being screamed into my room was not exactly the awakening I was looking for but I marched on anyways. My body tore me from my lumpy mattress and over to a chest of draws where my clothes were. I pulled out a pair of jeans, an old slipknot tank and a bright orange Neff beanie to cover my mess of Hair flying in every direction on top of my head. Once I was dressed and cleaned up I sauntered into the corridor that held patients everywhere wearing their sloppy clothing and unwashed faces. I mean they could at least look a bit sharper? I found the room I was looking for and pushed myself through the doorway ''hello sweetheart'' I put a false voice on smirking at Alan who looked absolutely terrible in fact that's the usual look for Alan. I smirked at him scoffing at me and throwing his baggy vest over his head and shoving his feet into his worn out vans.
We nagged each other about our awful night’s sleep as we made our way to the white double doors of the cafeteria. We both slammed open the doors so they would bang onto the walls behind them, laughing at the funny looks we got. "Hey mate I will go grab the food today. What do you fancy?" Alan asked me in his Strong accent. "The usual Al, remember to make my coffee black?" He nodded at my request and disappeared into the crowd of ex-druggies.
I turned around to spot the usual table me and Alan sit at, right at the back in the corner where no one could get in out way. Expecting to see a vacant table since everyone knows we sit there I come across a small pink haired girl. Her small hands shook as she took small nibbles on her toast and every now and then. She would look up started at the new noise she heard from one of the patients. She was new here obviously. I groaned to myself trying to think up a way to ask her to move politely, there wasn't one of course. I decided to let her be.
I made my way over to the seat opposite her hoping she won't cry if I came close to her. She looked up with worried eyes watching my cautious moves to sit down. Once I sat down she looked slightly off guard as she looked back down to her barely touched toast.
"First day here?" I asked trying to see if she was friendly. She made a small nodding motion with her head and took another nip of her toast. I sighed knowing she wouldn't talk. Oh the joys. I watched her as her fragile hand reached out to grab the glass of water that sat on the table by her plate; she took small sip before setting it back down and began to fiddle with the ends of her Pink hair. "Why are you here?" I heard her in an almost whisper. I looked to her as she stared with her blue eyes towards me. "And that would be none of your business little girl," I snarled “Why don't you go find a little friend to play with? Maybe learn to stop asking about people's life as well, if I told you, you would probably cry anyways you look like a cryer," I retorted making her eyes widen and fear washing over her face. I chuckled at her feeble attempt of trying not to cry but her attempts failed as she raced out of the cafeteria doors. Served her right for asking about my business the stupid girl I thought to myself. "What was all that about?" I heard Alan ask from behind me as he walked around to the other side of the table with my breakfast on a tray for me. "Nothing just some little girl trying to get into my business," I shrugged knowing Alan would know it was a lie.

Hannah's POV

How was I supposed to last a whole two years in here with people like that I thought to myself as I hid under my covers on my new bed. Why did he have to be so nasty, he could have just said that he didn't want to talk about it? It's not that hard of a thing to say to someone!
I hate everything. I hate that stupid boy and his friend. I hate my life too. I drifted off to sleep hoping that I wouldn't wake up.

Notes

New Story, i'm pretty excited about this one! Criticize me all you want! its all useful!