Liz's pov
It's now currently Sunday morning and I'm getting dressed for church.
I popped two of my anti- bipolar pills in my mouth
My hair is now dry, in my usual daily wave. I did my conclear, tight line, mascara and my eyebrows, you can't have your crush have better eyebrows than you.
I got dressed in my black skinny jeans, my nice ones, and a blue tie dye crop top, with my doc martens on. I then threw on a jean jacket. I left my choker on from last night and my other one too that is just a black piece of string.
My parents don't care if I dress darkly I guess, they are barley here. In fact the left yesterday to go to business meeting with their company in Europe.
Do they take my brother and I ?Nope. Did they say bye and say how much they would miss us? Unfortunately yes.
I don't like good byes. I like see you laters.
My brother has to take me to church from now on since I haven't gone in forever because of finals and well with my doctors and therapy appointments.
He is waiting downstairs currently, I finished applying my mascara and took a really good look at my self.
I sighed.
I'm in a really dark place right now, I want someone to take me out, I want someone to save me from this never ending puddle of darkness, but then I don't because the darkness is quiet and peaceful.
I want to be normal again, it's impossible.
But yet I also don't want that.
It's complicated.
I make my way down the stairs and see my brother and Jack sitting on the couch. "Hey guys" I say. They both stand up "Are you guys ready?" Jack says I nod. "Don't you think you're dressed a little to dark for church?" JJ asked
I give him a fake smile and squezze my hands in fist "No I don't think so, now let's go" I say.
We make our way to Jacks car. The boys were also dressed nicely as well, well as nice as they can dress for church while still being casual.
We make it to church on time, we walk up the ramp to the side door. I walk in and see all the older people I have grown up with since I was 7.
"Hello Liz, how are you doing." Nacy says. She is like a second mom to me. She is my favorite person here besides the littler kids.
"I'm doing good" I smile at her. "Todays gonna be pretty busy I'm so glad you're here to help." She laughed "Well I'm glad I'm here." I smiled
Someone called for here attention so she excused herself and went to talk to them, it was her mom actually. Her mom and some older gentleman are the ones that play the piano here.
"Who's that?" Jack asked me as we walked into the nursery, not boys following "Nancy she is like a second mom to me, she is my favorite person here besides the little kids." I smiled
"Liz!" The kids yelled and came and ran to me, I bent down and hugged them.
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Lowkey haven't updated in forever and I am truly sorry
I can lie and say I have been busy, I haven't I just didn't want to wrote or update for awhile but since I am sick
And I didn't go to school today and it just legit ended I figured might as well. I am so sorry though loves. Ily ♥
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Fanfictionatelophobia (n.) the fear of not being good enough [ A - tel - o - pho - bia ] [ dis continued ]