in grade six she cried every night and fell asleep with her nose runny and her pillows wet from her tears like the summer rain occasionally she would let out small whimpers but she'd cover it up with her sweater sleeves she couldn't let her parents know
in grade seven she learned to tear her skin open to relive some of the stress she had so she sat in her room in the middle of the night trying to rip open her skin with her bare fingers because her best friend threw her blades away
in grade eight she stole some of her mothers make up to hide her scars and bruises from the past and put some on her face to prepare her for the future but life was unpredictable and she would never be prepared for what was about to happen
in grade nine she skipped her classes with her only friend just so she could feel alive and remind her that it was only a few more years until she didn't have to sneak out to be happy
in grade ten she stole her fathers liquor and chugged the entire bottle every night to forget everything and the next morning she would wake up with a blank canvass and fill it with her own paint so she could at least convince her mind that she was satisfied
she spent her days waiting for the moment when she could finally be free and chase her wildest dreams. she would no longer need to follow the rules because she would make her own. it was everything she ever wanted but she couldn't wait for life. so with a rope around her neck she took matters into her own.
and she never made it to college.
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2 a.m. thoughts
Fanfictioni usually wake up at 2 am and think about a lot of stuff. i tried to sum them up and write them here. [ lowercase intended.]
