Everything Will Be Fine

Part One

I lay in my bed. I've been awake for three hours but I haven't moved since I woke up. I haven't felt like doing anything, nothing seems worth doing since my mother passed because of cancer.

Since then I've moved from America to London to live with my aunt. I hadn't done anything but lay in bed since I got here a few weeks ago. No sight seeing, no shopping, only the occasional bathroom trip.

"(y/n) please get up, I want to spend time with you." My aunt walked in, sitting on my bed. "How about we go get some coffee?" I sighed and sat up rubbing my eyes. I probably had major bed head. Not that I cared.

After willing myself, I stood and stretched before sighing and saying, "Alright." My aunt smiled and walked out of my room. I grabbed some clothes, skinny jeans and a long sleeve Twenty One Pilots shirt (if you don't like them choose another band or whatever), as well as clean socks and underwear.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My (h/l) hair was in all kinds of directions, defying gravity. I had bags of stress under my eyes. My (e/c) eyes were disturbing and emotionless.

I sigh and slip my clothes off as I see all the scars and recent cuts on my sides, thighs, stomach, and arms. I kneel down in front of the sink and open it. I reach to the back grabbing a razor. I set it on the counter while I turned the shower on making the room hot and steamy.

I stepped in and sat there sighing. The hot water burned but felt good. After standing there for a few minutes I reached out and grabbed the razor making new cuts. I grit my teeth from the pain as the blood washes away with the water.

After finishing I set my razor in the same place. As I continued on with my shower, washing and conditioning my hair, washing my body and hissing as the soap made contact with my fresh cuts. Soon I finished and hopped out. I dried my body and put my hair into my towel before getting dressed. I hid my razor back in it's place as well.

I pulled the towel off my head and started to blow dry it. I also (curled/straightened/updoed) my hair and did my makeup. I looked in the mirror one last time. I looked better than when I first walked in here but my eyes still seemed hollow.

I shrugged and walked out to see my aunt waiting. I grabbed my converse, putting them on as I walked out the door with my aunt.

(Only the beginning chapter but what do you guys think? Should I keeping going? Again, thanks for reading!)