My Name is Porcelain (A Marianas Trench Fan-Fic)

At First Sight

Chapter 2

I woke up with the sun shining over my eyes. I squinted as I looked around my room. My alarm was going off but I ignored it. I sat up and looked back at my pillow. “Shit,” I muttered to myself. I had fallen to sleep without cleaning off my head and now my pillow and hair were covered in dry blood. I picked up the pillow and threw it to the floor; I stood up and slipped out of my clothes. I took a towel from the stand in my room then wandered into the bathroom down the hall.

I hung the towel on the door and started the shower. I almost stepped into the shower, but decided to do what my dad had pushed me to do. He didn’t actually tell me to do it, but he always told me I was fat or overweight. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and did what I would usually do. I forced my fingers to the back of my throat and pulled them out when little to nothing came out. I started to cry and did it again. Nothing. I wiped my mouth and then rested my head on the toilet seat while the same words danced in my head over and over. “It’s too late; it’s already collected and made you fat.” I sat there and listened to the shower run, after five minutes I got up and stood in the shower.

The water was stained with blood from my head and hands. I washed my hair and body then got out of the shower. I dried myself off then wrapped the towel around me; I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself in disgust. I walked out of the bathroom and headed back to my bedroom. Before going in I peered out the window to see if my dad came back; I didn’t see his car so I stepped into my room and got dressed.

I ripped through my closet until I found my black skinny jeans, with rips only a few inches from each other on each leg. Then found a white tank top to go under my black sweater. I zipped my sweater up to my belly button then walked to my mirror. I ran a brush through my hair and searched for my blow dryer. I found it in one of my drawers along with my flat iron. I plugged both in and turned them on. My flat iron heated up while I dried my hair, which didn’t take long since I had fairly thin hair. I finished my hair and headed downstairs. I opened the fridge looking for a drink but found it empty. I thought of drinking the tap water but decided that was gross.

I turned and found a note on the counter from my dad.

“I’m going on a business trip. I’ll be back in five days, there’s money on the fridge for food. Don’t forget you have to go into the school today at 11:10” I ripped the note up and threw its pieces in the garbage beside the counter.

“Business trip my ass.” I walked around the house until I came across my dad’s room. I looked in and saw his bed made and every box emptied and removed from his room. I stepped in and turned to the left to find his liquor cabinet filled from top to bottom. I opened the door and took a bottle of whiskey out. I closed it quietly forgetting my dad wasn’t home. I crept out of his room and sat on the couch just staring at the bottle in my hands. After a few minutes of staring at it I opened the lid and took a couple sips. I cringed at the taste and wondered why people were so attached to it. I shrugged it off and took another couple sips. Still cringing, I took more until the bottle was gone. “Shit.” Stood up and was instantly light headed. I fell back to the couch and watched as the room spun around me. I rested my head on the arm of the couch and let my hand fall to the side; I dropped the bottle but had no reaction. I just stared at the ceiling until my eyes finally shut.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I sat up and listened as someone was talking outside. I closed my eyes and held my hand to my head as it pounded furiously. “Damn it.” I looked to the clock above the TV and saw it was 1:30 pm. I stood up and stumbled to the front door. “WHAT?”

“I have a package for a Porcelain Jones.”

“That’s me.” The man extended his hand out with had a small box with a note attached to it.