HeartBreaker

A/N

I hit the opposite of writers block, and wrote this little piece that has nothing to do with the story. Sooo yeah.. I had no where else to post it.

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Everyday we wake up and do our daily routine. Everyday we wake up to a familiar scent, and cold bare feet. Waking up alone has never bothered me. I have never been alone. Every morning I wake up to strong arms holding me down on the bed, and whispering in my ear. It tells me I don't have to get up, not today, it's not important. I decide to ignore it and get up anyways. I grab my clothes carefully, making sure what I'm wearing is school appropriate and cute. I tiptoe throughout the house trying not to wake my stepdads great grandpa, who's wife wants dead so badly. I know that if I wake him up, he will hit me later and tell me to not be so stupid or I will sleep with the dog. I stay quiet and slip into the bathroom, shutting the door before turning the light on. I take off my shirt and incidentally look in the mirror. The arms are back again. This time they are groping me, however this time I can see them, and the darkness around them. The black mass leans forward and whispers in my ears. It tells me how disgusting I am, and how I don't deserve to eat. I quickly throw on my shirt, and pants. After I have finished changing I walk outside. I skip breakfast and instead help my mother load the laundry. While walking back inside the house I drop the basket I'm holding. "Jesus, can you not even do a simple task."
I feel the red spread to my cheeks, and my eyes trickle with water. I turn my head so she does not think that I'm week. Out of the corner of my eye I see the darkness again. It walks to me slowly. It says, "See how much trouble you cause, no wonder she's stressed out all the time. Stupid." The figure was getting clearer in my mind, but it didn't really matter. I just had to ignore it. It's time for school now. I walk through the hallways and think about what it was like at my old school. How he walked me to every class, how we held hands, how no one dared to mess with me because he would probably kill them. This is when it hurts the most. He is not here to protect me. He is not who I wake up thinking abouy. He is not the reason I try and look good. He is not here with me. Suddenly the thought becomes to hard to bare. I break down in the middle of the hallway. I can't let anyone see me, I can't be weak. I run into the bathroom. Every single thought is running through my head at once. They don't care about me. I'm a failure, I'm not good enough for them. I'm ugly, and stupid, and I hate this place. The tears running down my face are smearing my eyeliner, something everyone will point out later. I feel the darkness again. I look through the tears and stare into the mirror. I can see it very clearly. Words rush through my brain. Calling me weak, and worthless. Telling me I don't belong. I take one long look in the mirror of that bathroom, and all I see is myself.