Kill Me.

Prologue-

I could walk for miles with aching feet, burning skin and still could not feel as much pain as he gave me. He tore me to pieces, without any care what-so-ever. It's worse than injuring yourself because you haven't had your heart ripped from your body. Life is way too difficult. I don't even get why I try. I cry all the time sitting on the bathroom floor, cutting my wrists. I dream of a life like those skinny prick bitches. They get every guy, all the friends, and then there's me. I'm no one. I don't even exist in this world, so why do I?

I lay in bed, just thinking of ways I could just die. My alarm hasn't even gone off yet and I can't go back to bed now. I pull the covers over my head, stuffing my headphones in my ears draining every sound possible out of my brain. I focused on the lyrics, relating it to my life.

Soon my alarm went off. I took my headphones out, setting my phone on the bedside table. I undress and then go take a shower. After I'm done, I dry my hair, comb every bit and piece out, then put it into a messy bun. My hair looked light today, like a sandy brown. The sun reflects off my mirror and my light green eyes sparkle. I close my eyes smearing my black eyeliner messily onto my eyes. I then put on mascara, I take a bottle of foundation and put some on my finger. I spread the foundation around my cheeks and under my eyes. I take some blush and faintly dot my cheeks. I looked into the mirror. I see a disgusting looking person with my ugly hair color to my ugly eyes. I step back and look at my whole body. I see words flash into my mind. Ugly. Fat. Stupid. Useless. Waste of Space. I cringe and look away from the mirror, I softly cry. My mother knocks on my door telling me to come downstairs. I grab my backpack and my sweatshirt, throwing it over my head. I swing my backpack on one shoulder, then walk out.

"Another day in Hell." I whisper to myself.