Faking Happiness

Prologue

 I run into the bathroom with tears streaming down my face and slam the door, but I don't lock it. I hastily go to the drawers beneath the sink and take out the false bottom. I rustle around trying to find a razor that hasn't been used yet. I find one and just as I neatly make my first cut across my arm, the door opens and my mother staggers in with a mostly empty whiskey bottle in hand.

¨Go deeper, put me out of my misery! You filthy piece garbage, you ruined my entire life!¨ She continues to scream. I sit there. Taking it all in, just waiting for her to eventually pass out.

I try and stop the tears, but they keep coming. Slowly, the blood starts to drip down my arm and the razor is so dulled that it won't cut anymore. When the blood is completely dried, I pull down my selves and dry my face. My makeup looks pitiful so I clean my face and reapply my eyeliner. I throw my razor in the false bottom and slam the drawer shut. That makes 37 razors used in the last month. My mother is still passed out on the bathroom floor, but I know that she'll be awake soon so I quickly clean up my mess and run for the door. She won't remember this tomorrow.