Angel The perspective

Chapter 4 Wilting away

I get up from bed. My body's weak from sleeping and it's hard to get up. As I get up I go to the restroom, I do my business and go back to my room to get changed.

It always takes a while to fully wake up and that makes changing hard. I wear my uniform everyday. It's the same one, at least they let me wear pink.

I take off my clothes and look at my body, I look at it disgusted.

"Your so slutty and fat" I say to myself as I stare at the mirror shaking.

I hate my body so much, I hate how big my boobs are, how fat my thigh were. Those ugly fucking scars from those stupid mess ups. I'm so fucking stupid and spoiled for doing such terrible things to my body.

I look at my dresser. I still see a little sharpener blade. I just stare at it, I can't even bring myself to do anything.

I continue getting dressed as my grandma yells at me to hurry up. I know I gotta hurry I really do but it's so hard to get ready fast after I just woke up.

I want to go back to sleep I don't wanna go to school, I hate it there. It will just be another day of being a punching bag.

I finish getting dressed and I go to eat my breakfast. It was a taco of bacon and egg. My grandma always makes tacos for me since their the fastest.

I see my mom get out of her room to go get her stuff ready as well. She's wearing scrubs, dark maroon scrubs.

"Hurry up Angel your going to be late". my grandma says angrily.

After some time I go take my pills and get into my car as my mom gets in hers. My car isn't the best but it's mine. It's a little Buggy and it's my buggy.

I drive to school drinking coffee in a take to go styrofoam cup. It has lots of creamer and sugar in it.

I arrive at school getting my little backpack and go inside the building. The security asks to see my school ID and I show them.

The security always scare me, they've looked at me funny and once even rubbed my back pulling me closer. I fealt so gross for it.

I first go to my geometry class and sit all the way in the back. I hated the front, I focus better but everyone can see me easily in the front. I didn't care I just hated being seen.

Whenever I do something remotely different I always get laughed at by her. It wasn't Mary, it was Melody....I hated her. I hated her so fucking much.

When I first moved to that school she acted like my best friend but than talked bad about me and spread rumors about me. I hadn't gone to school in years and this is how I was welcomed.

I take notes doing little doodles of cats as I listen to my teacher. Larry sat besides me and was concentrating real hard. He was a really smart guy. I wish I had his brains but I didn't. 

Larry always got good grades and he deserved them. I did too sometimes but it's only cause I got lucky. I barely turn in my work because I have no motivation what so ever. I'm so lazy...

It's second period now and I go to my class. I sit down and get my notebook out to take notes but everyone's talking. It's so loud, so so so so loud.

I can't take it anymore. It's so loud the laughing yelling and everything. I run to the bathroom.

Upon arriving I notice this girl... she was in the floor. She was crying I couldn't help but feel bad. I go up to her and ask her if she's okay.

She looks up at me confused but I'm not shocked. My body's too tiny and I look too young to be here.

I see she's crying and ask her. "N-No I wasn't crying" she sniffs. "No you were crying, your lying. You know it's bad to lie right?" I ask her. I go get a paper towel and wet it a bit so it's damp and I clean her up.

I than hold my hand out for her and she said her name is Dorothy. I've heard of a Dorothy before once. I tell her my name as well and I walk her to class.

Mary was in that class. I warned her about Mary because Mary's scary..