Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears (A Pierce The Veil FanFiction!)

Disaster(ology)

I was awoken by a clash of lightning, and early morning thunderstorms are no stranger to San Diego. I was soon smacked in the face by recollection of what happened the night before. Aches and pains rushed throughout my body like rain washing down the street side.

I managed to pull myself (a little too fast if I may add). I was still a bit wooing from all the blood I had lost not too many hours ago. I walked to the bathroom After recovering from my failed attempt to get out of bed,I walked to the bathroom and bandaged my arms after cleaning them with peroxide- the burning sensation almost making me regret my actions.

Realizing it was only 5:45am, I had time to kill before school. So I threw in my favorite Motionless In White CD and started a nice warm shower.  

"I am who I am, this is what we are.."

The lyrics lingered from my lips as I let the warm water wash away all of my worries. But everything must come to an end right?

I took a look at myself in the mirror, disgusted with my appearance. My hair was long and straight- deathly black. And "blue eyes as cold as ice" as my dad used to say. They're a light blue with a hint of white if you can somehow imagine. I was one of the more thinner girls in my classes as well. I peered at the reflecting image for a bit longer until I realized it was already passed 6am. I needed to get a move on.  

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I rummaged through my closet to find my favorite All Time Low shirt. Faded, but it was my first one and I loved it. I paired that with some ripped black skinny jeans and a plain black hoodie to protect me from the rain I was about to walk in. It was about that time for my hair and make up to be done. As far as my hair goes there isn't much to do considering how straight it is. I just combed through my bangs, layers and I was complete. My make up however only took a bit of eyeliner, mascara and I was off to get my bag.

Making sure my iPod was charged I dumped that, my headphones, my wallet and my books into my bag. As usual, my worn-down Vans were waiting for me underneath my bed.

I walked down the stairs expecting Jenna (my so-called mother) to be gone- and I was right of course. I walked out of the front door and was greeted by a clash of lightningw that made me nearly jump out of my skin.

"Hey!" That voice made me shake. I knew who it was, and with all of my being I wished that I didn't.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" and I was pushed to the ground. My jaw made contact with the concrete that was far in front of me only moments before. I felt the blood rush through my mouth.. a familiar feeling.

The thud of my body hitting the ground echoed through my head as I was once again approached by the horrible person who had pushed me. "I saw your mom's car wasn't in the driveway. She's still staying out late whoring around and drinking her problems away I see. Hah, how pathetic." Her last words to me were accompanied by a kick to the ribs and a burst of laughter. Her drones laughed with her as they carried on to school. I got up barely able to breath. I could only wonder why this all had to happen to me. Didn't I have a hard enough life? The torture from the biggest bitch in town was the cherry on top of the sundae that is my shitty life.

Headphones in, hell hole here I come.