Track star missing

Pilot

3rd person pov:
Her eyes shoot open as she hears the pounding of her heart from underneath the water.
She slowly lifts herself up as the water rushes and pours back down around her, back into the ice bath. Her breath finally calms down as she slowly runs her hands through her cold wet hair as it falls down her back.
Alex shivers slightly while she looks around her dull dimly lit bathroom, heels can be heard clicking quietly in the distance and then a loud bang that makes Alex's skin crawl, "And she's off once more." Alex huffed under her breath.
As she pushed herself up out of the bathtub, her skin brightly red and then slightly purple in some areas as she wondered how long she soaked this time, she winced as she held the side of her stomach she thinks back to falling on a big rock during her run in the woods last night, oh how stupid she felt for forgetting her flashlight on her bed or she wouldn't have fell like she did and hurt her side.
She traces it as she looks in the mirror, a big yellowish green ring wraps around half she stomach and she can't imagine the bruise that's about to come.

Alex's pov:
My eyes feel heavy as I haven't gotten much sleep due to the up coming race to see if I'll make state finals in track,so I can hopefully go to my dream college and on top of that I'm studying like crazy for the school finals just to make the top of my class, so that I hopefully will make my mom proud of me for once.

I grab my towel off the rack by the tub and dry off as quickly as I could as the coldness was slowly creeping up on me.
I grab my thin old sweater along with my plaid pj bottoms, I look into the mirror and analyze my face more closely, my dark grey eyes look sunken in and tired with a slight glimmer of hope, my skin is slightly pale with dark circles under my eyes, my cheeks are starting to look more sunken in and I have what seems to be the button nose of Cindy Lou.
I look away just as fast as I looked once at myself, the pang in my chest grew heavier the passing seconds I as was looking at myself.
I slowly grew to hate myself with all the whispers that went around about me. I can still hear them, either they try way to hard to make sure I hear them or they don't know what whispering is, mom always told me when I was little that people may talk about you, but if you let it affect you then that's what will bring you down, their words may hurt but you know the true you so live like no one's watching.
But if only it was easy for me as it was for her, mom slowly grew cold after the passing of my dad and when that happened I slowly crawled into the shell I didn't know I had and haven't been out since.