Aurora

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I stared out the window of my bed. The city below had a beauty unlike no other. The cars' honks and the peoples' yelling were music to my ears.

I turned away from the window to look at the mirror. I could see the dark circles around my eyes. there was also a pimple that was beginning to form.

I took my brush and began to cover, concealing my blemishes.

My closet had nothing appealing. There was absolutely nothing to wear. I finally took out a white tee and jeans with rips at the thighs and went down just above my ankles.

I turned to my mirror again. I could see it. The cut. The one I had made recently. The one that sent me to the hospital. The one that I though I deserved.

The cut was brought tears to my eyes. I stared at it one more time before changing into a purple sweater.

That was better. Much better.

I collected my backpack and books and walked out of my room heading for the door.

"Aurora, aren't you going to eat something, you'll be hungry waiting for lunch to come," my mother called to me. She'd been so cautious since the hospital visit. Removing almost all sharp objects from our tiny apartment and setting up my meal plan. I love her but hated that she worried too much about me.

I was getting better now. I was eating and learning to feel better about myself.

"I'll grab a muffin at the bakery" I assured her. I walked out the door and went down the stairs.

Like I told my mother, I grabbed a muffin at the bakery and ate four bites before throwing it away. I hopped on a subway to ride myself near Lincoln High School. I knew the rest of the way by heart.

When I got to the stairs of the building I felt a small kiss on the cheek. It was Garret. We'd been together now for a year and it was torture. He was awful, immature, and not worth my time. Garett was my first crush, but I guess that's what you get for liking someone just based on looks.

I turned to see his cold blue eyes. He was majestic, he had the face of an amgel, he.... burped in my face

"Oops,"he told me as he kissed my cheek again. "Hey I was thinking maybe you and I could go to homecoming together after I win the game. We should match though, I'm thinking of wearing a red tux."

All I could do was stare at him, his face was so beautiful but every word he said was complete and utter trash.

"I'm not feeling to good I'm going to go. I'll get back with you on that one," I replied leaving before he could comment.

As I sped walked towards my locker, I noticed something I'd never noticed before. The water, it twinkled. There was a certain beauty to it I'd never noticed before. It was coming out of the water fountain as a boy drank from it.

I walked closer to the water. The boy left the fountain and I saw that as my opportunity to explore. That was when the bell rang.

I couldn't leave though. I was focused on this water. I took my hand and moved it over the fountain. I had the urge to control the water , to do something never been done before. I focused. I let my mind do the work. The water began to slowly come out and up from the fountain. This was amazing, beautiful.

On my neck I felt a sharp sting, and then there was darkness.

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