Cosmo P.O.V - If you jump, I jump, but what if i jump first? This left me wondering everyday, I would die for them or even without them but would they care if I died. After a long summer of playing Call Of Duty in my basement and blasting Suicide silence, school was starting again. Grade 9 was slack never payed attention in class but always aced my tests luckily my parents are both high school teachers. Finally I wasn't a niner; No more dealing with hate from older kids, well at least not for the reason of my age. I got out of bed unwillingly when my alarm went off, I took off my boxers -as that was all I had decided to wear that night - and jumped into the shower. The way the water rolled down my body tracing all my old mistakes reminded me of why I hated school and the people there. I reminded myself 37 days clean keep it up you can do it. I stepped out of the shower standing naked in front of my mirror from my ankle to my waist, from my wrist to my shoulders were the mistakes I had made. It's been 4 months since I have kept down a meal. My shoulder bones stuck out as well as my check bones while my arms got Skinner my legs got thinner and my stomach shrank. Blasting Bring me the horizon loud enough to wake the entire horizon, I walked into my room and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans -that were made extra long because my legs were to long for anything else being 6'5 and weighing 115 pounds- and purple boxers that rose up to just under my belly button, dressed and then walked back to the bathroom. Wet my hair covered my eyes and hung low to just above my lip. I spent the next hour or so blow drying my jet black hair to the right side, then straightening and hair spraying it perfectly. I grabbed my baggy Pierce the veil sweater through it on grabbed my head phones and ran down stairs and straight out the door to catch the bus.
Viola P.O.V- Today I am officaly a grade nine I'm also officaly scared out of my mind. The anxiety rushes through my body as I lay at the foot of my bed. The clock reads 5am which meant I still had another hour to sleep, instead I walk to the bathroom and undress. I lay in the tub as the hot water burns against my fresh cuts and burns I lay there until I feel the water getting cold , I stand up and wash my body. Staring at myself in the mirror I'm diguested the rolls in my stomach and the fat in my leg lie covered in scars and cuts, my arms every inch covered in cuts. Normaly I would never wear make up but this big blue burise lay across my face - Last night my moms boyfriend came home drunk again pissed off about god knows that I happen to be the first person he saw and he punched me square in the face- that i couldn't dare be seen with. I step on the scale to see the number 140 come up again I was tired of seeing this number. I step off and put my hair up in a pony tail and walked into my bed room grabing a big baggy pierce the veil sweater my brother got me at the concert before he passed away, and a pair of roots pants and quickly dressed. I walked down stairs hoping not to wake up mom or her boyfriend. I dart out the house and walk to school.
