Saving Skyler

Introduction

I lie awake in my bed waiting for my alarm to go off. I let the darkness and cold take me and sweep me up into a world I loved .A world where no one noticed me , I was alone in the dark , there was silence , no one one to bother me , no one to fight out of my life ,I loved it. I rolled over and looked at my clock , 5:00 a.m. it read. I had an hour until i had to get up for school.

My name is Skyler Mornett , I am 17 years old . I have long dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes with tan skin. I will turn 18 in five days and honestly I couldn't careless. I just started my senior year of highschool a month ago so I still have nine months left of school. My parents died of alcoholism and drug abuse when I was two. I literally didn't have any family to take me in. I ended up getting adopted when I was six by my adoption parent Angie. I saw Angie around lot as a kid but once I turned thirteen she became a workaholic . I see her once every two months at most , but I don't really care. I am anorexic , depressed , suicidal , and I self harm. I also don't talk , at all , to anyone ,no matter what. I stopped talking three years ago when I had my heart broken. everyone important to me or that I love leaves me in the end. So I really don't see any point in socializing or even talking. You see if you can't even have a conversation with someone then you can't fall in love , and no one can fall in love with you . I don't have any friends , but I like it that way. I shut the world out and ignore everything around me . I'm usually the most alone when I go on walks. I love walks . Its just me and my vapor pen which is better than smoking . I breath in the chemicals and blow them out forming a little cloud of white. If I focus enough on myself then the world disappears and so does everyone in it. I don't trust people. People can hurt you the most in the world , and the love that comes from them is like a grenade. Its toxic , painful , deadly , and beautiful. you can't escape it once its been found. You realize the danger your near and want to get away but you know you'll have to leave someone behind and that hurts the most. So once you lose that person it hurts , it hurts because the person was real but so was the love. And the memory of losing that person is burned into your mind . The tragic story will live within the ground until the world dies out . Yet its still a burden living amongst the stars that were once the beautiful lights you admired. And you will always have the scars on your heart from the grenade. I fell for a grenade , but no one was left behind . Everyone escaped but I was left to breath in the toxic chemicals and feel the salt in my wounds. The memory gave me a bitter view on love . And now all the moments that I enjoyed with the grenade are just stories leading to a bitter burning toxic end. Ever since I got my heart broken my point of view changed.
I looked like an average every day teenage girl. But for me I didn't like perky people , musicals , ice cream , unicorns , and that corny happiness stuff. I like honesty , I see the ugly in people , I see the act people put up . I know that not everything is going to end up happy and perfect. I know that there's not a rainbow around every corner , and that our peers are the people that tend to lie to us the most. I know that life's a pain in the ass and that I'll have to deal with it.

Suddenly " Afraid " by The Neighborhood began to boom in my room echoing of the walls. I slapped my alarm clock and felt the hard plastic pinch my skin. I pulled back my hand and sat up . The light of the rising sun poured into my room seeking through the crack between my curtains. I got out of bed and turned on my lamp. I suddenly felt myself gag and I knew it meant I was going to vomit. I knew I shouldn't have had that second slice of pizza. Once I was done vomiting I cleaned up my bathroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes and hopped into the shower. The hot water made my cuts on my lower hip sting but other than that the shower was pretty relaxing. I had ate to much last night making me feel like a pig. I cut myself on the hip three times. I watched the blood mix with the shower water and create an orange color. Once I was done showering I dried myself off and put on my black robe. I quickly chose an outfit and put it on . I picked out black shorts and a black V-Neck. I slipped on my black vans. I decided I might get cold so I put on my red and black flannel. I brushed my hair to get rid of the tangles. I put on BB cream , powder , mascara ,and baby lips for my makeup. I grabbed my phone from its charger then ran downstairs. I walked into the mud room and grabbed my black backpack. I grabbed my car keys off of the hook then ran outside and locked the house. I unlocked my jeep and hopped in. I put the keys in the ignition and popped in my Kid Ink CD. I listened to the music as I drove to school. if I got to school early enough I wouldn't get a beating from my bullies. But then again they might ignore me today. But I decided to push those those thoughts aside and focus on the fact today was Thursday. I finally pulled up to my school and sighed. I grabbed my backpack and got out my jeep. I locked my car and threw the keys in my backpack. I ran into the school and to my locker. I got my books and ran off to Honors algebra with Mrs.Fenton.

* before lunch
I managed to make it through Honors Algebra , Honors history , Drama class , Honors Biology , and Home room. I was about to walk to the lunch room when I got a text . it read " Go to the lunchroom " I ignored the text though. I was about to enter the lunchroom when suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out. I fell to the ground and looked up in horror. There stood my bullies Keaton , Billy , Alyssa , Sydney, Brittany, and the worst of them all Jayden. I closed my eyes and pretended nothing existed , it worked but only partially. I could still feel them beating me and hear their toxic words . After a while they finally left for lunch. I popped open my eyes and decided that I was going to do what I had wanted for a long time.