My reflection in the mirror faded in and out of focus for some time.
My left forearm was wrapped in cloth bandages to keep the blood from flowing.
Both eyes were plagued with a few shades of redness from stress.
Or being the subject of everyone's conversations is a very shitty thing.
Having my phone on silent for a couple of days, staring at the wall for hours.
The ceiling fan spun in a fast motion, helping me to cool down my overheated body.
Sweat covers my forehead and yesterday's lunch sitting in my throat.
A hard knock at my door, my body heavy from the heat and unlocking the door.
"Hello?" said Diana her voice a bit hoarse from letting out her emotions a few days ago.
"Diana? You sound like you don't feel well" said Mom gently touching my forehead and checking my neck.
"Mom, it's nothing I'm running late for school anyways," said Diana tossing on a quick outfit and making her way out of the house.
Sneaking into the school's library and the librarian's eyes turned blind to my presence.
I hear another's footsteps come after mine, taking a seat near an opened window.
"Shouldn't you be in class, goody tissues?" said Aaliyah twirling a pocket knife around her delicate fingers.
"Excuse me, please you always skip class or don't show up to school," said Diana trying to distract herself from her racing thoughts.
"I saw your little argument between you and what's her face name?" said Aaliyah trying to remember the person's name.
"It's Daniella, it doesn't matter we aren't friends anymore," said Diana finishing writing notes for Spanish class and catching up on missing work.
"Then, what are you doing here in the library?" said Aaliyah pulling out a chair and giving a listening ear.
"Just getting away from the rumors and what else people say about me," said Diana packing away her stuff and throwing her backpack over her shoulder.
"So, you are gonna let them use you like a doormat," said Aaliyah her tone sounding a bit irritated.
Her words echoed from every corner of the room, and she was right.
For far too long I've let people use me as a doormat and it makes me sick.
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