"Great" I think to my self as I look into the mirror. My hair clearly a mess, my makeup no better. That was not the 'great' thing about my morning, its the noticeable cuts that are scraped along the skin of my wrist, and the dried blood that stained my white t-shirt.
"Another day of long sweaters and bracelets" I spoke out loud.
If you were to look at me you would never think that I would do this. I guess I learned early to cover my past with the color pink. I'm not being stereotypical but the color changes the way people see you. You can wear the color black but some how society judges you, yet you can look like a hooker on the side of the road and society gives you a high five. Its the truth.
The color pink can't cover the past, my life is like a bad dream that never ends. I wake up once in a while but in the back of my mind it still replays over and over. My life its not perfect. I don't have both parents. My mom left when I was 5, she didn't even try to get custody. My father isn't perfect but he's all I have. When you're a kid with out a mom there is always that thought in the back of your head, 'What did I do to make her leave?'. It still pops up now and then. It makes you feel broken or a waste because you think that if your own mother cant love you who can?
I was always the girl that made everyone happy. My friends are the typical stereotype pink popular girls. The type of girls that get wasted at parties and have sex with any jock that breathes, (sorry). I usually stay at home and watch old movies. Even if I wanted to go out my over protective, abusive boyfriend, Jake, would have nothing to do with it. So I would rather stay home then have him breathing down my neck. My friends saw him as the 'sweet teddy bear' but in all truth he had a hidden demon that would come out after any bit of alcohol past his lips.
"Catty! CATTY!" My best friend, Sammy yells. My real name is Cathy but ever since I moved here people call me that. Her yelling snaped me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I snap.
"Guess what happened last night?"
"I don't want to play this game, just tell me"
"Okay? Well Jake beat up this wrist cutting freak, it was awesome."
'Wrist cutting freak' is that how she saw us?
"Catty, you ok?" Sam asked picking her nails, sounding uninterested.
"Yeah I-I'm fine. Who was this wrist cutting freak?" The words were hard to say. Hard to even think.
"I think his name was... Scott, but why do you care?"
"I just want to congradulate Jake" my reputation was too important to let slip away with just a few wrong words.
I know I sound like a bitch but in all truth I built this wall to protect me from the bullying. Instead of getting bullied, I am the bully.
I walk around the school keeping my eyes open for anyone I don't know... and I know everyone. Then I see him. He has dark hair, light green eyes, and scars along his wrist that showed. He seemed like he didn't care about what people thought. I looked a little closer then I saw it, the black bruises that marked his jaw bone and left eye. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
I can't go a class without thinking about him... Scott. I don't know, there was just something pulling me to him. I sat down in science class, not really paying attention.
"Everyone we have a new student, Scott Masters" the only thing the teacher says that makes me snap out of my thoughts. Scott is standing in front of the class. No one really notices he's is there. Mr. Marks points to the seat next to me and shoos Scott in the my direction.
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A/N
Hi! Ok I am new at this whole everyone can read your writing thing! I did this really fast and I don't know if it is any good really. But yea so this is my story.. i hope you liked it :).
~Kyla Guske
