Chapter 2
I got home as soon as I could. I could not survive anymore of that prison we call a school. I ran upstairs into my bedroom and locked the door.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Every slight imperfection staring back at me. Why can't I be pretty? I watched my caramel hair drop down to my elbows. My cold icy blue eyes had no emotion. I was dead. Not really but on the inside i felt it. My body was drained.
I dragged myself out of my bathroom and laid on my bed. 'It was a good at school why was I upset? Oh yeah because I'm a fuck up. I started at the blank lifeless ceiling. "Breathe Me" by Sia came on. My throat closed up, my sight got blurry, a tear slowly dripped off of my face. I started crying a long silent cry that i do every night.
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This is my Life
Teen FictionPG- 13 Azailia is just a normal teenager or so you think. Life throws her bullets of depression, love, and heart ache. I guess its true that you never die a virgin... Life fucks us all in the end. 1ST BOOK IN SERIES BOOK TWO IS ON MY PROFILE
