Chasing Dreams

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Scars line her wrists, legs, stomach, and places strangers eyes will never see. Beaten down in the dirt but the world left no physical bruises on her petite frame. Now memories of time long passed rise just to haunt her.

This is what truly happens when you give up on a dream your heart was set on. Childhood hope snuffed out by fear and constant lies.

Now she can't stand the reflection in the mirror. Is this what she wants? Yes? No? Probably not. This wasn't where she saw herself a year ago. This wasn't where she saw herself at all.

Black ripped jeans, shredded grey crop top, black leather jacket, grey beanie partially covering freshly dyed short navy blue hair, silver lip ring, red checkered knee length lace up converse, hollow crystal blue eyes, scarred ivory pale complexation.

She's always been more than a little different. Never one to follow trends. A well paved path wasn't one she was fond to follow.

Taking a deep breath she slings a worn out hole infested black backpack over one shoulder and quickly descends the few concrete steps in front of the main high school doors; on the east side of her small hometown. Since her oldest brother had forgotten to pick her up, she dreaded the long, slow, painful, walk across town. It didn't have to be slow but she preferred time alone from everyone and everything.

This way she could drown the world out with midafternoon small town oblivion. The calm before the storm.

She knew the minute she would make it home there would be reticule and chaos. Her life was almost like groundhog day, nothing ever changed.