Taking Back the Life You Stole

I've got this up on another site but I've modified it for this one! It's quite long so if you're up for it I'll be posting new chapters every day.

Any feedback is welcome.
Enjoy

Chapter 1


BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
It's getting faster and louder. Just shut the hell up! Wow your head hurts. What did you do last night? Oh yeah looked after that shitty ass rock band. How much did you drink? Don't answer that. You have to get up now, come on! Why are you doing this to yourself? You slowly get up, so as not to dislodge the huge weight that has settled on your brain, and hit the alarm clock a couple of times to stop it screeching at you. Its 11am, what time did you go to bed? 5am. You have to be at work in 2 hours. Fantastic, what piece of crap band are you going to have to look after tonight you wonder? You never get the good ones.
"You're unreliable Bea, we can't trust you with the high profile bands." You can vaguely remember John telling you that, through a haze of fag-smoke and cocaine. He's right, you’re a mess. You’ve always known that. You’re a waste of skin. The scars on your arms show clearly how much you think of yourself. How long has it been since that attempt? Six months...hmmm.. not bad.
Ok it’s now 11.15, time to make yourself presentable. Looking in the bathroom mirror you see lost potential, you see a woman with no direction or passion. What happened to wanting to be a singer Bea? Huh? What happened to wanting to play that guitar, now lying abandoned in the garage, professionally. Now every night you watch kids living your dream for you. You spend every night pandering to their every whim, organising their future, when you can't even organise your own. That band you booked last year, where are they now? On the front cover of NME, with a number one album under their belts, that’s where!
You run your hands through your cropped black hair, streaked with purple and let out a sigh. That face, you hate that face. Piercing blue eyes stare with loathing. You apply some eyeliner, pull on black jeans, an old blue shirt and sneakers, grab your bag and begin another day of your extraordinary and boring life.