I'm in a peaceful sleep. The only time I get away from everyone. My sweet escape. I hear my alarm clock going off. I hate mornings. I open my eyes slightly. Reaching over I turned off the bloody thing. Flipping the covers over my body and feeling the cold air hit me. Goose bumps crawl up my skin making me shiver. My scares are pale.
Usually when I'm cold they turn purple. I get out of bed and head to my bathroom. I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
All u see staring back at me is an ugly girl. A fat one at that. I have ocean blue eyes and blond hair. I walk over to my shower turning the hot water all the way up. I strip of my clothes and climbed right in. The hot water running over my body relaxed all my muscles.
After I did what I needed to do I climbed out and wrapped a towel around me. More goose bumps crawl over my skin over and over again. I quickly dry my hair and straightening it with my chi. I brush my teeth and head out of the bathroom to my closet.
Opening the door I grabbed a white long sleeve shirt. Glad it was November when the the weather was cold. After that I took some black skinny jeans underwear and a hot pink tank top. I got dressed and placed my black fur boots on. I grabbed my phone off its charger.
Running down the stairs I yanked my book bag out of the chair along with my jacket and headed out the door. Walking on my way to school was peaceful.
As always I listened to music on my way. My mind went somewhere else. Good thing I knew this path with my eyes closed. I reached the school grounds, putting up my iPhone and going in.
People told me I was pretty and beautiful. I thought other wise. I walked down my hall and turning into homeroom. Sigh another Monday. Another bad day to get through. I place my book bag on the counter pulling everything i need out of it. I went out into the hallway and straight to my locker. i put everything away and went back to my friends.
Once I was done I sat with my friends. They didn't know what I did. I liked it like that. We were in a deep conversation when Mrs. Dave interrupted us. "Today we have a different schedule.''
Great. Another boring day. Lets just add a twist though. Should be fun.
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Losing Myself
Teen FictionI'm a girl who cuts. I cut because I've been taught that if I do something bad that I must be punished. So now cutting is my punishment. Even if its not my fault.
