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Allie was staring out the window to a cold, stormy day outside.
She had been sent to her room since her younger brother had gotten her in trouble, yet again.
She could not put up with him anymore.
She was sick of it.
But, not only was she sick of him, but she was sick of herself as well.
Allie stood up walking over to her mirror.
"How can someone be this damn unattractive.." she muttered to herself.
Allie wanted to cut and mold herself to look like a different person.
She wished she could do plastic surgery.
SOMETHING to make her more comfortable in her body.
She didn't know what it was about her appearance, but she hated it.
She wanted to get the girl in the mirror and gut her.
Slit her throat.
Rip those stupid Hazel-green eyes out.
But she knows she'd be hurting others by hurting herself.
She just sighed.
When will things ever get better? When will her mother actually take the time to care about her and her feelings?
The only person she felt like she could talk to, was Tyler.
Bryce was too busy being suffocated with their mother's love most of the time.
She wasn't too fond of Elliot either.
Hopefully.
One day.
Things will change.
She sighed then walked out of her bedroom.
Her brother, Bryce, was in his own room.
Allie rolled her eyes and continued walking.
She eventually found Tyler, he was sitting by himself.
He looked a little upset.
Not like I'll make him feel any better..
Allie thought to herself, walking over.
"hi.." Tyler mumbled, still staring at the floor.
"What's up?" Allie questioned him.
"Bored." Tyler answered.
"Same." Allie sighed.
"Welllll....?" Tyler questioned.
"Sorry, just thinking" Allie replied, walking into the kitchen.
She poked around for a little something to eat.
"Looking for food, again?" Tyler laughed.
Allie stopped, then turned to face him.
"And?" She questioned, that comment sort of hurt a little
.
"Haha, just asking" Tyler replied, backing off.
Allie sighed, leaving the kitchen.
"Hey..Sorry I didn't mean it like that.." Tyler told her, standing up.
"It's fine, there's nothing to eat anyways.." she replied quietly, walking passed him going towards the stairs.
Tyler sighed, he felt bad.
He leaned his head onto his hands.
Allie stepped into her room, shutting the door slowly.
Bryce looked up, wondering what was going on.
Looking for food, again?
Tyler's words echoed through her mind.
"Why am I getting so emotional over this..it was just a joke.." she asked herself, wiping the tear that had slowly trailed down her face, she then started sobbing.
Bryce could hear her.
"Allie.." he knocked on her door.
"go away Bryce!" Allie shouted.
Bryce stopped half way through the knock.
"Oh..alright.." he mumbled.
Bryce walked back into his room, then sighed.
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Allie wiped her tears, before standing up and walking towards her desk, grabbing the scissors she had before.
Then walked over to her mirror, she looked at herself as she stabbed it into her stomach.
The last second regret stopped her from seriously injuring herself.
"Shit.." she cried in pain.
She dropped the scissors.
"Should've done that.." she groaned.
She clenched her stomach as she walked towards her bedroom door, she then leaned on it.
"I hope I didn't make Tyler upset, after all it is my fault for being a little greedy bitch.." she muttered to herself.
"I need to be better..I can be better..more than I am now.." she whispered.
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