Invisible

6:53 am

I go back into my small, white room. I need to get ready for school, not that I really pay attention anymore, not since Bethany died...

I open my monstrous white wardrobe in the right corner of my small, white, icy-cold bedroom, at the end of my small, milk-white bed.

I grab Beth's old AC/DC shirt and some grey tracksuit pants. I thrown on my old, ragged black converses. The ones I wore that night in the car, with Beth in the passenger seat.

You can still see the tiny specks of Beth's blood on the tip of the left shoe from when her little head collided with the shattered glass of the front window, when a massive red truck smashed into my little blue car.

A single tear rolls down my face, I brush it away. I can't show weakness, I can't show people that I'm broken inside.

I pull on my brown ugg boots instead. I tie my chocolate brown hair up into a messy bun and grab my phone, my school bag and I'm out the door of our happy looking townhouse, but just because a home looks happy on the outside, doesnt mean happy things are going on inside.