Y/n's POV
I woke up and groaned as quiet a possible. I got out of bed and did my routine. As I was about to leave my room, I quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed my razor. I stuffed it in my backpack and went downstairs to clean. Once I finished, I started walking to McDonald's for breakfast. Once I got there, Jordan already had my food in a bag. I thanked him and sat at a table. I ate my breakfast as I listened to music. I didn't know what just happened to me. I feel........empty. Just a strand of string remains as I cling on the end of it. The question is, will I let go? I finish my breakfast and start walking to the school. My music still playing in my ears as I ignore the world around me like it ignores me. My cries for help. My sadness. My pain. Once I get to the school, I'm the slightly surprised to see the doors open at such an early hour. I don't question it and walk straight to the music room, just to clear my mind a bit. I go into the second practice room in the middle just incase someone sees me. I lean against the door and roll up my sleeve. I take out my razor and begin to sing. (Invisible-Nightcore)
I take these pills to make me thin
I dye my hair, and cut my skin---I make 2 cuts---
I try everything, to make them see me
But all they see, is someone that's not me---I make a cut---
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible---I make a cut---
Here inside, my quiet hell
You cannot hear, my cries for help
I try everything, to make them see me
But every one, sees what I can't be---A tear rolls down my face---
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible---I put the razor away---
Sometimes when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm a queen
It's almost believable---I wipe off the blood with paper---
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisibleOnce my arm looks decent, I roll up my sleeve. No one can see it at all. It's not visible whatsoever thankfully. I take off my headband to let my wolf ears relax until I have to get to class. I sit there in silence with little sounds here and there off in the distance. As soon as the bell rang, I put my headband back on, hiding my ears once again and walk to homeroom. I sat in my usual dark corner, not being seen by anyone. The teacher walked in and announced something about a fall dance. As soon as they finished, the room instantly boomed with commotion. They talked about who would be their date and things like that. I never went to those stupid things, even if I wanted to I couldn't. My parents wouldn't allow me or even lend me a dress for that matter. I zoned out until the bell rung. Time for gym. I get to the locker rooms quickly and change. Once I come out, people started walking into the locker rooms. I sigh in relief. If anyone saw my body I'd probably be bullied more. As everyone got dressed, I saw Laurence walk in. Since I'm the only one dressed, he spotted me. He looked at his roster, then gave a confused look. He walked up to me as I averted my gaze so I could only see him from the corner of my eye.
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The Student and The Teacher (Aaron X Reader, girl)
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