Broken

Chapter 1 (Claire)

My alarm goes off way too loud.

I sigh. Right. Monday. School.

I roll out of bed with a grunt. I put on my slippers and shuffle downstairs to get coffee. It's the only thing that gets me moving in the mornings.

I sit at the kitchen table and drink my coffee while I read my book. It's the only thing I can do to keep my mind off things. Anyway, the book is quite interesting.

I finish my coffee faster than I should have. The sun is just now starting to come up. I hear my parents starting to get up and I shudder. So, I get up and slip back into my room without being noticed.

I pull a comb through my hair, making myself wince as it rips through the tangles. As I look into the mirror, I catch a glimpse of the scars on my wrist. I self consciously pull my sleeves down to cover them.

I put on one of my dads old tee shirts and a sweatshirt. The only pants I can find are my jeans with holes. They'll have to do.

I glance at the clock and I see I have thirty minutes until I have to leave. Great, thirty minutes to wallow, I think unhappily.

Instead, I let my mind wander. I think of what I would want if I had a boyfriend.

But that doesn't matter. If anything, I need a guy who doesn't mind a sad girl. Or, worse than sad girl.

I sigh and look in the mirror. Not even pretty, my mind growls at me. No one would want me.
I immediately look away from the mirror. I sigh and pick up my journal and a pen and start writing.