Ever since I was a young girl, I was always known to be happy. I'd prance around the parks till I was 14, looking like a peaceful girl with her mind. I looked like I knew how to live my life. I didn't look like the type to get easily upset about something, frustrated because of simple things and sensitive.
But I was.
And I guess I was just too good at hiding it.
Everyone has their bad days, you have to admit it. Whether you are mad or just plain out depressed, every one has had their day.
But my day is everyday.
I wake up everyday and open my blinds. Whether it's the nicest day of the year, or the worst. I always seem to find the most upsetting things to point out.
Like the sky was grey as usual today, covered in smoky clouds. The sun put no effort into trying to come out today. Like me. Effort is worthless as of now, it's too late in my story.
As I was saying, I choose boring outfits. I'm a little emo, and no one can truly accept that fact. Even my parents.
My mom and dad always wanted me to be like my sister, Alexa. A little girl dressed in all pink and floral, loving Barbie dolls and teddy bears. But something was always off about me. I hated Barbie dolls. I would take my sisters and either color their hair and makeup in black, or pull their heads off. The only teddy bear I ever had was this little black Batman bear from Build-a-Bear. It seemed as it had comforted me.
I was always picky. My food couldn't touch other food that had lay on my plate. My drinks were always drunken with a straw, as my milk always had a piece of licorice in it. No, you heard right. Not an Oreo, licorice.
As of now I'm pretty abnormal. My sister is still their perfect child. She walks around in her flowery little pink dresses with a braid and heels. Her iPhone6 and little Coach wristlet. She goes to the mall almost every day with her little friends who basically assist her. She has a boyfriend, Jared, and is super popular.
No one believes she's my sister. She even truly believes I was switched as a baby, and that I don't belong with our family. She's totally obnoxious and spoiled.
But since I'm not like her, I don't get anything special. She has an iPhone6 and a MacBookPro and an iPadAir2 and Beats and everything she's ever wanted. Me? I'm different. Which means I can't get anything. They won't buy me anything I actually want. And if I want Beats or something, they'll get pink ones. I don't understand why they just can't accept me, it's like I'm not good enough? Why? Why can't they just truly accept who I am and deal with it! I'm not going to change no matter how much they bribe me.
So now I just try my hardest to disappear every day. I can't handle much more.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy so far! This isn't going to be another sad depression story where the girl/boy commits suicide and the whole school feels bad and someone gets arrested. This isn't fully about depression, more about the causes and before someone attempts suicide. This story will have mature content for those parts, just warning you like I'll try to say in every authors note. Thank you! Make sure to read Invisible Eyes too!
~Lauren❤️
