I woke up that morning feeling nothing but pain. Pain in my head, pain in my stomach, pain in my heart. I stared at the ceiling for ten minutes before deciding to get up. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I put my black jeans on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was such a mess. My hair was ugly, my face was ugly, my body was ugly. I threw my pyjamas at the reflection, disgusted. I hated how I looked, and I hated the fact that the looks were so important nowadays.
My room's door was open and I quietly got out in the hall. I heard nothing but silence, and it made me feel worse.
When I arrived in the kitchen, I saw the beer and vodka bottles, and decided to wipe the pathetic night off my memories. I cleaned up a little and sat on the couch, without making any sound, and stared at the black screen of the TV for a long time.
You should eat, said my brain, but I never listened to him and the habit didn't change this time either. I layed on my stomach a little and felt my eyes close slowly. I was just about to fall asleep again, horrified by all this silence, when my roommate broke a glass in the kitchen.
YOU ARE READING
Shh...
Short Story"He looked at the mess he had made and shrugged, turning his glare at me. I didn't see culpability in his pretty blue eyes, just indifference. He walked to the couch and sat next to me, slightly pushing my shoulder with his. - So, are you doing good...
