SKINNY lOVE

chapter 3

That night, there was a thunder storm. The sky was opening up, and letting all it had fall apon the earth around me. The train howelled in the distance, and the river splished and splashed.

I rarely slept because when I did Id rememeber all the terrible things that happened to me before Gorge and Miranda.

Sitting up, I looked out the window into the dark sky. Looking over at the clock, I saw '5:O3' portraid by the two clicking hands. I released a sad sigh, and stood up to go over to my full lenth mirror.

I was wearing an old, grey, baggy LA sweater that seemed exreamly baggy on my bony frame. My sweats were rolled at the waist over and over to try an hold them up, but it did nothing they still slipped down. My unnderwears thin strap was even haning off my portraying hip bones, and my long magenta hair was tied in a messy knot atop my head.

School was soon. I didnt rememeber ever once going, but nevertheless it seemed like a burrden since id never remember any of the lessons anyways.

I had gotten no sleep whatsoever. Walking over to my closet looking for the clothes that would cover my bones easiest. I grabbed a bra, an old faded grey Disney sweatshirt, and some jeans. Shrugging on my sweatshirt, and jeans, I found that it would never work because they slipped down to my knees.

I decided to put on some smaller sweats. They fit tight around my ankles, and I pulled the string from the waist band as tightly as I could. Knoting it and tucking it into my pants, I then started on my hair.

After curling the pinstraightness out of it, I backcomed all around to try and hide the gaunt hollow cheeks on my face.

Coating my eyelashes with three layers of black goop, I then currled them up and out. I was acceptable from what I ussually looked like.

Picking up some makeup, and smearing it under my eyes where they were red and puffy from my no sleep night, I began to see an almost normal person. Almost.