I grunt as the sunlight hits my unopen eyes. I slowly roll out of bed. My arms sting from the night before. I walk sleepily to the bathroom, and takes a glance in the mirrior. Bed head great! I pull up the red-stained sleeved of my baggy old sweatshirt. I look down then up at the clock it reads 7:15. "15 minutes I can't be late again" I softly whisper too myself. I take the bar of lavender soap. My used to be favorite smell but now it just makes me wanna cut. I turn the water on hot and clenches my fist. I rub the soap across my arm and winces in pain. I run it under the water and rinses it. I dab it dry then wrap it up. God I have to stop doing this! I out my other sweatshirt on and pulls my hair up not caring what it looks like. I throw sweatpants on. Here comes the hardest decision which vans, I pull the black ones on. U don't even worry about grabbing my homework its not dime so its useless. I run downstairs. I can't even look at my mom I put her through hell and it doesn't help that her cancer is taking a toll on her. She looks at me and says "bring me the sweatshirt I will wash the blood off" I could tell she was gonna cry tears stream down her cheeks she pulls me in for a hug. I hug her then leave with my eyes puffy. I feel so bad I put her through a lot pain all the time. (Picture of character Lillie above)
