Hurt by the lips of a liar

Things couldn't possibly get worse, until her world got turned up side down by a special someone...

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So basically... The first few chapters might be short, but once I get into the story it will become better and have better chapters. Please comment thoughts. Enjoy.

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Hurt by the lips of a liar ~ Chapter 1

Some bright light, blinds my eyes as I slowly open them to face the rising morning sun. Great... another day alive. My head hurts, as usual and my ears get filled with screaming from downstairs. My eyes fill themselves with tears, as normal and my wrists feel like they have been stabbed with a thousand knives... which isn't exactly untrue.

I make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I take a look at myself in the mirror and I get confronted with fresh scars and bruises. I get really insecure as I see that my body is in this, more than worse, condition. Bruises, cover my body like a blanket and scars rule my body like a tiger pattern. My non-existent waist and skinny legs, makes me reject myself more than ever. Never, in my whole life, have I hated myself as much as I do now.

I turn my head away from the mirror, feeling disgusted by the reflection it gave me. I let the water run, so it will heat eventually. The shower is getting a bit damp inside, which means the water is hot. I step under the warm, running water and let my body warm up.

After a while, my body is all warmed up. I wash my hair and my body. I must have be standing under the shower for a while now, assuming the water getting a bit colder. Ugh... that means we're running out of hot water for the next half an hour. I wash out my hair and step out of the shower before the cold water gets the chance to touch my, all warmed up, body. I grab a towel and I carefully wrap it around me, almost without hurting the scars that cover my body

"Charlot!"

My mom yells.

"Come down, you worthless scum! You have to go in a few minutes!"

She yells with her loud tone. I look at myself, now dressed, with a disgusted look.

"Why can't I just look beautiful for a day?"

I mumble in myself and I throw all my rejected t-shirts that I held in my hand, against my reflection.

"Charlot!"

My mom yells again, this time a bit louder. I almost spill my mascara over my only proper shirt as her loud screaming from downstairs, booms into my ears.

"Yeah, I'm coming"

I yell back and I finish my make-up in a few seconds. I run down the stairs, almost tripping over the mess that islaying there, as my mom calls me for the third time.

"Charlot, are you crazy?!"

My mom asks me angrily.

"You don't want to be late on your first school day as a Junior, do you?!"

She continues with the same anger in her voice. No, of course I don't. I'd rather be dead or sick now I think to myself, but my head shakes no.

"Then what are you waiting for? GO!"

She says, very angrily and disrespectful. Just as always. I grab my jacket to take the highway to hell, a.k.a. school...