𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

when she awoke, it was silent. no noise, barren. and it was kind of cold too. pulling back the covers she cringed in pain, pain rushing through her. yet she still forced herself to her feet, crying in pure pain as she begun to walk towards the bathroom. there was no smell of food, nor was there any tv playing downstairs. the bright light if the bathroom blinding her as she stumbled inside. coning face to face with the face in the mirror. a large bruise had in fact formed near her eye. the cuts on he face had been cleaned but you could still see the scared skin. her eyebrow and her lip from the fight, and then the cut on her nose from the metal of her mother's belt. she was hurting everywhere, so slowly walking over the shower she turned to on. cold water spraying out immediately, she would have to let it warm up. turning back up her reflection. lifting her t-shirt over her head, one she didnt even remember putting on, and almost cried ay the reflection. her body was covered in blotchy bruises, some perfectly straight from the belt. others splodges. she looked horrible. lowering the plaudits trousers to find her legs thankfully weren't covered in that many bruises. just two, one on her thigh and the other lower, both right side. she wanted to scream and cry, throwing things st the refelction to get rid of that disgusting person on the other side yet she stood and stared as steam filled the room.

looking around her room for some clean clothes, find her shadyside high school sweater resting neatly folded on her desk. the monthly pe lesson everyone was forced to attend must have been coming up soon. everything else seemed to be dirty or didn't cover enough skin in her opinion. till her eyes landed on the clean plaid shirt, laughing for joy that she didn't have wear the school jumper. the plaid shirt was dark green, and finally she found a clean white t-shirt, some band her brother listened to 'iron maiden' on it simon listened to them too. he constantly nags about the t-shirt. he wanted it. she could have worn jeans but her eyes landed in the clean dress first. a pinafore style dress almost, like dungarees but not that material. and thights to hide her legs. her whole body was covered, she felt dightly better knowing that if anyone was come over they wouldn't be able to tell that she had been almost beaten to death by her own mum. eventually she made her way downstairs, finding the house empty. and a yellow post it note hung on the fridge.

'mum at work, i have double shift in glade's finish at 10 and mike is being babysat by the schimdt's. have a good day alone. love brandy'

her heart warming slightly, he was too good to her. a smile on her face as she grabbed a box of cereal. turning on the tv, the bloody news again. explaining what had happened last night. a scowl on her face as she scoffed a handful of sugar puffs into her mouth. watching goode make another shitty speech until her mum as on the screen. she was explaining what would happen to the kids, smiling her way through it. acting completely different to how she treated her. she almost throwed the remote at the tv, instead she quickly inserted a vhs taped movie. the addams family. one of her favourites. she loved it, and it most definitely not because of morticia. it was. but as she watched it, she grew jealous. jealous of the happy family that was portrayed, jealous of the love between morticia and gomez addams. oh how she wishes she had someone who would be on their knees for her. to love her unconditionally. yet not one-sided, someone she could only have the eyes for. that she wanted them, and only them. and at the moment, it was the opposite. she was in love with someone who didn't like her back at. she had always been warned never to fall in love with your friends. but something about that prick she couldn't get over. the prick being, of course, si. simon kalivoda. her best friend. he was a really sensitive guy, knew who to make her laugh. whether that be his flirtous jokes or his one line puns. maybe it was his hair, the fluffy blonde hair she loved. maybe it was his smile, the prettiest kind kind smile that makes you want to smile to. maybe it was his pretty eyes that sparkled when he laughed at at own jokes. maybe it was his hands, the rings he'd let her play with. her soft boy best friend, who offered his jackets when she was cold. who would constantly jump at the chance to defend her, like the other night at the fight
he hadn't even thought twice before body slamming into the sunnyvaler. maybe it's that he constantly asks if she's okay, checking up on her if her face turned into a frown. doing whatever it takes to get back the smile.

or maybe.

just maybe it was him.

it was just him.

everything about him. simon kalivoda. the boy she absolutely adored, the one she would risk her life for. the boy who works double shifts constantly to help his mum with their money problems. him who comes round and looks after aimsey when he's free. the boy who makes a banging cup of tea, taught by her of course. the one who calls her princess for some unknown reason, like she calls him a range of nicknames. it was just their thing. he was everything too her, but to him. well she was just his best friend. a while had passed as she just sat and thought about simon. the sky outside was slowly begin to darken. the tv still playing in the background. the loading screen of the addams family reflecting onto her.aighing out as she felt her stomach gurgle, bringing the now half eaten box of sugar puffs back to the kitchen. hunting through the cupboards and the fridge. fuck. she would have to actually make food.