Eyed Well

3: the opening

*author's note*
This chapter will contain violence, blood, adult language, blood, dead bodies.

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All they have given me the past 2 days, I have cried more than I have ever in my whole life, my eyes feel like they are burning, it's really too much for me to handle, I feel dead and want to isolate myself in the corner of my room and stay there, daydreaming escaping a reality I don't desire.

But I haven't done any of that, I don't want to destruct my mental health once again and have to pick up the pieces, have to memorize the ways I put them in before and end up making a new look instead of a happy smile.

Dreaming outside of this reality my brain takes over my eyes giving them a look of something else, a look of a future, a life I want, a life I need.

The future was defeated by a knock on my door, by the way the knocking was u knew who it was. Mark.

I head over to the door twisting the key and unlocking the door for him to come in, as he enters I go back to sitting on the couch and pick up my notebook and pen.

They shake in my hands, his figure sitting next to mine he looks at them switching his gaze between the things that are collected in my hand and my eyes.

He takes them from my hands softly and places them on the glass coffee table.

He takes my hands into his and rubs my knuckles with his thumb, he places a smile on his face making sure the shaking stops.

His eyes stare into mine switching between the 2 colors. "Feeling better?" He asks, I nod softly showing him that I do feel a little better.

"Well I still feel like I'm drowning, but the restaurant that is near has finally opened!" He says excitedly, letting go of my hands.

"Maybe it will lift both of our moods up." He can cheer me up even at my lowest I can still hear his voice to lift my soul up a little. That's why he's my best friend.

The sound of my lips smacking catches his attention. "Ok let me get ready." He smiles widely. "Then go!" He says loudly picking me up the couch and placing me down in my feet to move my body up the stairs.

As I wrap my hand around the metal knob of the door, I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to wipe away the memory from my mind.

I open the door as fast as I possibly could and close it immediately, when I enter the room, my back is glued to the door, the side that is showing my room, I don't move but I slide myself down the door burying my face in my hands taking deep breaths, trying to meditate.

I take a sip of water, I look at myself, I truly look like a mess, my hair in a bun of mess, dark circles under my hetocromic eyes.

Shaking hands pick out the concelar that matches my shade, I went into the mirror of the bathroom, applying it under my eyes.

I straighten my hair, it was so long it reach to the beginning of my thighs, I turn it off and place it on the counter I hear the door open and see him, I smile so weakly he smiles widely enough for the both of us.

He brings a small chair and puts it right outside of the bathroom, he starts talking to me, trying to cheer me up.

I crack a small amount of laughter, that was more than enough for him, he picks out some clothes for me, a top cropped and revealing the stomach.

I panic a little due to the scar, but remember it is in my back horizontally and would barely be shown.

So I just take it and take the baggy jeans paired with the belt he picked out of my closet for me in a matter of a minute.