Jet black hearts. M.C

chapter 2

first day of fucking school, ready to be ignored and learn absolutely nothing, check.

same as every year.

she had woken up by the bright light outside, frowning at herself for not having pulled the curtain in front of her windows.

"Lucille" she whispers, testing the word in her mouth, it's been so long since she said her own name, or said any word for that matter.

going over the conversations she might have to have with her new classmates, trying to make herself less nervous.

mumbling out the words slowly.

" hey i'm Lucille, i'm 17 years old, i live with me mum and brother" she sighs out lowly, shaking her head at how pathetic that sounded.

she's hoping that maybe no one will notice her, and she can go the day without introducing herself.

she can hear her mom and younger brother on the other side of her walls, getting ready themselves, they aren't loud, but knowing that they are there, makes the noises seem louder.

her mother knocks on the door but doesn't say anything, and she can hear footsteps leading away from the space outside her door.

what a dumb way to make sure that she is awake, she thinks.

her mother doesn't seem to think that she should do more than just a lousy knock.

huffing, Lucille gets out of her bed, standing up on shaky legs, running a hand through her now clean hair.

her mother had forced her to take a bath last night, it felt good but she can't help but still be pissed that she was forced, she is old enough to make decisions on her own, well according to herself anyway.

her eyes starts to well up, she rubs at her eyes furiously, hating when they do that, it's been sometime since she felt the need to shed tears.

she thinks about ending it all right now, before she has to leave the apartment, it would be so easy, it would be so nice not to have to think or feel, but she knows that she can't, no matter how badly she wants it, to actually do it is so far out of her reach.

she opens her drawer that is filled with clothes, it all thrown together in a messy pile, she pulls out a pair of jeans, black of course, same with the top part, an oversized black sweater.

finding a random pair of socks, before looking for her black boots.

jewelry is the last thing she finds, a black velvet choker.

pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail, she feel as satisfied as she can get.

fishing out her eyeliner and mascara, she applies it gently to her lid and lashes.

a wide smile stretches across her face but it disappears when her arm starts to throb.

she frowns and look out of the window, seeing the creep from across the street, sitting by his dinner table, having his morning coffee, she shudders and turn her eyes to the other windows, wondering if his wife has left for work already, by the darkness of the bedroom she guesses that she has.

"breakfast?" she mumbles the question out to herself, waving her hands around her head, clapping with a sigh

"no" she tells herself firmly, poking her nose with her index finger.

maybe she can leave before her mom sees her. slipping out of the door quietly, backpack securely on her back, she tiptoes down the hallway, towards the front door, looking at herself in the mirror for a second, before opening the door.