Addictions [REVERSE]

57. Caged bird

Hola....as promised...

Song- Selena Gomez, Same old love

I ran behind him, but unfortunately I was too late to even reach him. He fled out of here. I turned around feeling my anger turn into a rage of tears. I look towards My Aunt and Uncle stood there sympathisingly looking at me. Uncle had draped his hand around his wife's shoulder while she places her hand on his chest.

I smile weakly at them.

"I'm okay," I say to them when in real fact I wanted to say 'I'm NOT okay'.

"It's okay," They say and somehow I feel like they're actually saying, 'It's okay TO BREAK DOWN'.

They understand me deep down. Both of the adults walk my way and wrap their arms around me in a group hug. I keep my hand in their place as a tear drops down a face.

"I have a pretty shitty life huh?" I weep in between my chocking laughs.

"You have us," My Aunt say rubbing circles on my back. I choke back a sob.

I'm a caged bird under the masters control.

***

I stare at myself in front of me in the mirror. I refuse to wear makeup, and I decide to show my pale skin to the world. I refuse to wear dresses anymore, I'm going to work in jeans and a scruffy shirt. I look natural and less 'sluty' as the stereotypes would say it. I looked almost normal. Almost being that the only thing different about me and the rest of the world was my eyes. They were the dullest eyes you could look at, the life was long gone out of these eyes.

You should be dead! Get, rid of this pain Liana! The sudden thought flew across my mind and alarm bells went off in all directions.

I blinked at the mirror and shook my head. I decided to pony my hair in a high tail.

A knock came on the door, as it slowly creaked open. My Aunt arose behind the door, "You look beautiful,"

"Don't say that," I said "It's weird how I wish I was ugly,"

"Then I wouldn't have to deal with this," I finished. She placed herself on my bed as I looked at her through the mirror.

"Doesn't matter, you have a much more beautiful personality," She gestured towards me.

I shake my head in refusal, "It's weird I wish I was ugly, doesn't that show you how much of an outcast I am?"

"Not an outcast," She smiles, "Just different; different is good,"

Letty was here.