"Brooke, wake up it's 5:30," my dad says as he turns on my annoyingly bright light.
Rubbing the hints of dry tears from my eyes, I say, "okay okay I'm up..." He closes my door and I roll over groaning. Reality comes crashing down on me as I become aware of the burning all over my body.
"Shit...how am I going to make it through today?"
I'm standing in front of my closet, practically in tears wondering what to wear. I pull on a pair of pants, a casual tee, and a baggy sweatshirt. I go to the mirror knowing that what I'll see will only frustrate me further. Looking closely at my choice of clothing, I feel fat...I hurry back to my closet rushing to find another pair of jeans but it's useless.
"10 minutes till we're leaving," shouts my mom from the kitchen.
Deciding I have no time to change, I walk to the bathroom to do my makeup in an attempt to cover up my ugly, acne filled face.
"You look fine. Hurry up lets go Brooke."
I grab my backpack, holding back tears that are dying to come out. It hits me then that the one person I had on my side, telling me that I was worth it...he's gone...I'm all alone now.
"Have a great day," yells my mom as I slam the car door shut...
"Well here goes nothing," I think to myself as I enter what feels like a prison.
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Lost Soul
Short Story"He used me again and again and again. Tearing a part of me away each time, yet I always came back because I thought he made me whole. But when he left me crying on the bathroom floor, he walked away with everything I was...leaving me nothing but a...
