****LEE POV****
Reflection, what is it? I'm not sure of what that word means anymore. But I'm very certain if I ask someone on the street they will say, its something that you look back on,but really is it? Being a teenager myself, well not a normal one but a broken and pathetic one that gets beaten up day and night would say that the word 'reflection' means the way you see yourself and what impression you make on others, as this might not make sense but when you present yourself, its the equivalent of reflecting your personality to other people.
Standing, in front of mirror wanting to burst into tears, looking at my reflection I can see that i look like the most ugliest girl right now. I really can't understand why can't I be normal,cant be that normal girl that has friends to talk to but its too good to be true. As,uncle always says "a worthless shit like you, is a waste space and a bad omen to everyone' Without even realising I placed one of my hand on my cheek, bit by bit I unmeticulously started to caress my skin.Feeling every bump,every dent, even the lumps gave me pure wave of disgust. Sighing, i swiftly picked up my make up bag and placed it near the sink taking my foundation out and applying as much as I can to cover all them nasty bruises and cuts. After, I was finish and was satisfied with the mask i created, I started to do my hair, I'm not allowed to leave my hair open because my uncle forbids it for some reason nor he lets me cut my hair, which really sucks.
I slowly collected all my long hair in one hand and started to brush all my strands, carefully taking the knots out, to make sure their weren't any knots i ran my rough fingers through my hair and manged to take it out on the other side. This is my way of checking if my hair was in place. Wasting no time, i quickly did a doughnut bun, I think i looked okay. I let out a groan in exasperation. I really didn't want to go to hell.SCHOOL. I hated it with every vibe in my body, but at least I don't see my uncle there.
Swinging, my superman bag around my shoulder, I made my way out of the door,untangling my earphones i connected them to the jack hole and let Evanescence control my mind. As,the lyrics came rolling in, i felt a bit relived of my thoughts.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face - it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice - it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus]
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
YOU ARE READING
Un-awaken truth of reality.
RomanceDepressed, deprived and disoriented. Theses words describe this 17 year old Lee smith. Lee smith has experienced numerous deaths in her family as her parents died in a plane crash and her grandmother recently passed away. As, the troubled 17 year ol...