Imperfectly Perfect [Book 1] ~ {A TBNRfrags fanfic} COMPLETED

1- Caitlins POV

I wake up to the sound of my beeping alarm clock. Ugh I hate Fridays.

I get dressed in my sidemen Tshirt and some casual leggings and throw on my Benja hoodie, to hide my fresh cuts and bruises.

I open my door and peer out of it. My parents are asleep and I let out a sigh of relief. I open my door fully and quietly walk down the stairs to grab my granola bar; my food for the day.

I run back upstairs and brush my long brown hair and look at my chocolate eyes. I think makeup would be good today. I put on my eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and blush and smile. I look decent today. I got a text message from Holden, my creepy "best friend." I know he likes me.

H: hurry up, we are going to be late!
C: I'm coming geez

I run down the stairs and grab my school bag and run out the door. Holden is at my mailbox and I attempt a believable smile. He buys it.

"Let's go," I saw before it gets too awkward.

"Yeah, babe." He replies. I shudder, and start walking.
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"Caitlin?" Mrs. Adams asks.
I pull my earphones out of my ear.

"What." I say.

"What's the answer to number 4?" She asks. Everybody looks back at me and I think.

" I don't know, 52?" I guess, not even caring right now.

Her stern facial expression turns into surprise. "That's correct."

"Well yeah," I respond like I knew the answer all along, and put my earphones back in.
---------------------------------------------Holden sits next to me at lunch, and I groan. "Hey Cait, I was wondering if you would want to go out sometime?" He asks.

"No," I reply.

"Please?" He asks.

I reply with the same answer and he kisses me. I slap him straight in the face. "FUDGE YOU!" I scream, tears in my eyes. Everybody turns to look at us and laughs. I run out the door and am shoved into a locker by Dane.

"Lunch money." He orders.

"I told you, I don't have any," I respond as he kicks me.

"That'll teach you," He smirks, walking away.

I clutch my side and run to my locker, grabbing my backpack and my pictures of TBNRfrags, my idol.
-------------------------------------------I'm tired of living in this crappy world full of lies. My father is sleeping on the couch, obviously drunk. Mom is in the kitchen. I can't keep living like this. This is pure torture and this Texas town is killing me. I just want it to end; for everything to end.

I walk into my bedroom, looking at my razor. I started cutting. It made me feel amazing, the feeling of blood dripping. Sometimes my mother finds me, and stops me, before I go too far. I've tried to commit suicide five times, but my mother caught me. Is she doing me a favor? That question haunts me.

My father just woke up. He grabbed me by my hood and shoved me to the ground. Let the torture comence.
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A/N: this is my first POV/ chapter; I hope you guys like it! Keep in mind it's my first fanfic so it might not be the best. Stay fab.
~C