I can make you smile

Chapter 2: Kit

Hello! So I completed this Chapter with Kit's POV. I wanted to at least let you all have a taste of Kit before I got further into the story. Im still trying to plan out what the sequence of events will be. I have so many ideas that I cant seem to organize them all without writing them down. Ugh the pain of being a sequential person. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I just briefly skimmed it to check for errors so Im sorry if there are any mistakes. Comments and Votes are appreciated! Love Yall and good night! 

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Kit's POV:

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Mmmuugghhh..." I groaned, rolling over to slap my alarm off. My first swing at the alarm missed and I ended up hitting, what felt like, my lamp and knocking it off the side table. "Crap!" I mumbled. I swung my hand blindly once more successfully turning off the little beeping demon from hell. I rolled back over onto my back and began to crack my eyes open. I grumbled, blinking furiously to wake myself up. Though I would have preferred to stay in bed fro the rest of my miserable like, grandma won't allow it. She doesn't want me to waste my life away in my room. I lazily swung my legs over the side of the bed and began moving towards the bathroom that was connected to my room. My grandmother and I share a bathroom and we each have a door connected it to our rooms. I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I combed my finger through black messy hair. My eyes had dark circles under them from lack of sleep. Thankfully the new tattoos I got cover up most of the scars that littered my body, but the more recent ones are still a little red and scabbing. I eyed the blade that hid above the bathroom mirror and my skin itched to be cut. But I promised grandma that I wouldn't do it anymore. I had almost died the last time, and seeing her cry again like she did was not something I want to be the cause of again.

"Kit!" my grandmother yelled from downstairs.

"I'll be down in a few grandma!" I shouted back from the bathroom. I stripped and hopped in the shower. The lukewarm water calming my nerves making me hum with pleasure. After drying myself off I got dressed throwing black skinnies, a v-neck shirt, and black converse. I glanced in the mirror again, tussling my hair and throwing on some guy-liner. I grab my bag from the corner of the room and make my way downstairs.

"Finally," my grandma exclaimed as I entered the kitchen, "I honestly thought you would never make it down, and I would have to eat your breakfast for you!" I gave her a slight chuckle.

"Well you could use it. You're pretty tiny!" I mumbled under my breath.

"Yeah well...you're just getting taller." Grandma retorted. She isn't very good with comebacks.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had three more minutes till I had to go, so I wolfed down my breakfast and rant o the door.

"Are you walking or taking that dangerous contraption to school?" my grandma asked pointing to my skateboard. I picked it up and gave my grandma a look saying 'well now that you mention it.' She tutted and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just don't hurt yourself, and try to make some friends this year." I rolled my eyes and walked out the door.

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I decided that I was too tired to try and skateboard to school, so I decided to walk. I took out my phone and ear buds and plugged them in. I let the music take over my mind and my body went on autopilot.

Every day of my life has been the same since the accident involving my parents. I woke up, barely, went to school, went home, and stayed in my room didn't come out. There were the rare occasions when I would go to the skate park, but I always went when there was no one there. I didn't want to have to talk or interact with anyone. I try not to talk to anyone, even at school, because I know I'm not good enough to be worth anyone's time. I have no friends and spend my day alone cutting and reminding myself to how worthless I am.