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College Trip

You were in college at the time and it was your first year away from your small home town that your family practically ran. You had brown hair and hazel eyes with freckles dusted over your cheeks and nose. Your skin was pale and everyone made fun of you for it. You didn't want them to see you any differently than this. The one with the happiest smile and the cherry giggles. You didn't want to be known for the scars that were running up and down your arms, across your stomach, down your legs and splashed at the insides of your thighs. You never told people about how many times you had taken pills or how many times you cried yourself to sleep. You didn't tell anyone about how you had lost both your parents and that you were all on your own. You chose not to tell people about the fact that you were an addict to cocaine and that if you were to go one day without it, you literally would go insane. You had so many secrets that you never told. But you hide it behind those forest colored eyes and the radiant smile you put on. The one with the little dimples and being able to show your K-9's and needing to throw in a small laugh just to get your point across. That you are not that kind of person and that you are someone who is better than that. You had tried to convince yourself that this was nothing and to just keep going on with college but you kept getting a pit in your stomach. You would feel sick and like your heart was about to leap right out of your body. Your roommate would never have a problem like this so when you snuck off after you two ate dinner, they didn't bother asking where you went. You made sure that you always had your bag with you that had about six joints, four blades, a pack of cigarettes, your toothbrush and toothpaste. You always did it in the second stall of the bathroom and if that was taken, you would go to another floor of your house and waited. Once you got in and you were alone, you would rip your arms and legs to shreds, make yourself throw up then brush your teeth. Your stomach was tied up in knots over something probably stupid and you hated yourself at that moment. Once you left the bathroom, you didn't breathe a word about what you did and you were glad no one suspected you of doing something like that. You just played that pretty little smile and said that everything was okay.