Reconstruction

A Daily Thing

          Just another day . That's what I always told myself .
But why couldn't I get use to it ? Why hadn't I become immune by now ?
        I walked into the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror . The dark bags under my eyes were very noticeable, the bruise on my cheek was fresh and painful, and the cuts on my wrist were sore.
       I sighed and pulled out my concealer and bandage wraps and began on my morning routine .
         This was a daily thing for me . Trying to cover up the bruises that my father had made and wrapping my arms and wrists before leaving the house to go to school .
     I didn't blame him for anything that he did to me because I knew that he was going through a lot and he needed to relieve some stress . He was my dad and I would do anything for him . When my dad had found out that I had been self harming he had beat me senseless instead of comforting me like a normal father .
                 However he wasn't a normal father .
       I finished applying the concealer and brushed my hair trying to remove the tangles from my hair which ended with the brush getting tangled up in my curls . Once I removed the brush from my hair I walked out the bathroom and threw on a hoodie and my favorite pair of  jeans and my converse.
                "DIAN!"
      From the tone of my dads voice I knew that he was warning me that I would be late for school if I didn't hurry up . I quickly removed my phone from the charger and texted my best friend letting her know to pick me up .
       I grabbed my bag and rushed out of my room and ran downstairs .

          Let the day begin.

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A/N
I read a lot of stories daily but I never really had the drive to really write one of my own .