One cut, two cut, three cuts, four now I'm bleeding on the floor. Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight now I'm going to be late. Nine cuts, ten cuts,eleven cuts, twelve why can't be dead right now?
After creating more "artwork" on my body, I went to wash off the blood by taking a shower. The water stinging the cuts as each water drop pelted my skin. As I looked at the shower drain I noticed the water turning red as the two liquids met. Shaking my head I finished my business and wrapped a towl around my body walking back to my room. Getting dressed in black skinny jeans and a long sleeved Micky Mouse shirt, I left to go to work.
I walked into the small diner and went to the employs room. Putting on the apron with the diners logo I walked back out behind the counter. It was remarkably empty, only people was an old couple. They were holding hands while smiling at each other. Why can't I have that? Oh that's right, love is a nightmare and idiotic. Tearing my gaze away to only notice a group of guys had walk in. Their hoods were up so I couldn't distinguish their faces, but as soon as they removed the hoods I was froze . Terror ran through my body every notion was gone. As they looked at me expectantly.
I then realised that I was staring. There they stood, Oliver and his friends, but none of them showed recognition towards me. This broke my heart not because of Oliver but because of the others. I actually thought we were friends. Guess not. Sighing I asked them what they wanted.
"Umm we will have four cokes and three burgers and an order of chicken. That's all, thanks," Oliver spoke. At this I went to make the drinks and give the cook their order. Putting the drinks on a tray I walked over to the table. As I sat down the drinks my sleeve rolled up reaveling my scars. Hoping that none of them noticed, I quickly pulled down the sleeve. Looking up I saw Luke gazing at my arm, then back to my face. I turned away to get the food.
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Beautiful Nightmare
AléatoireWhat would you do if all of your barriers came crumbling down? The same barriers that took years to perfect, and then destroyed by the same person. But furthermore the question you should be asking is; is it a beautiful dream or a beautiful nightmar...