Tyler's Pov.
When I get home I run up the stairs to my room.
I plop down on my bed face first.
I burry my face into my pastel pillow.
It's so soft.
So pure.
Unlike me.
I'm such a whore aren't I?
Gerald was right..
I am just some hoe.
Maybe I am just some stupid slut!
Tears stream down my eyes and the salty bitter taste I get is one I'm much to familiar with..
I take off my clothes and stream a hot shower.
The warm steam starts building up as I step into the tub.
I immediately shutter as the hotness of the water falls down my back.
I pull my head back allowing the water to soak my hair.
I grab my shampoo off the counter and the aroma of strawberries flourishes through the bathroom.
Something so pure and sweet such as strawberries was sure to at least make me feel like I'm worth something.
After I gently rub the shampoo into my hair I let it soak in then scrub it softly.
I let the shampoo fall away from my hair as the water streams through it.
My conditioner smells like raspberries.
This ones a little bit more like me.
Sour but a little sweet.
"Why can't I be a strawberry.?"
I say.
I ponder, why can't boys bring me teddy bears and tell me I'm beautiful...?
Am I that repulsive to good people?
By the time I'm done asking all these questions to myself the conditioner had already faded away from my hair.
I touch my face feeling self conscious..
The prickliness had came back.
"I hate my stubble. It's so ugly. I wanna be soft."
I grab my soap bar.
Dove. My favorite kind.
I run it all down my body.
Feeling so clean yet I know once I get out I'll feel dirty as always.
I let the water run down my body as the water washes off the soap.
I step out of the shower stepping on my pastel blue fluffy rug mat that's on my dark blue tile floor.
I quickly dry myself from head to toe. I must be completely dry. It's one of my rules.
I grab my Shaving cream off the counter.
Strawberry fusion just for Women
"Stupid labels."
I sigh to myself.
I rub it on my face.
I run the razor all through where the stubble is, just like that it's gone. Much better.
I smile to myself.
I grab my lavender lace panties from the stool. I put them on and I immediately feel so comfortable.
If my mom new I wore these she would kill me...she'd probably fake another heart attack like the time she caught me wearing a crop top.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I felt weird.
I was comfortable in my clothes. But I still didn't feel fully comfortable...
I quickly started feeling depressed.
I grabbed my plain grey sweats and slid them on. Along with a loose red baseball T.
I walked out of the restroom feeling less than the rest of the world.
I once again plopped down in my bed face first into my pillow.
"Why can't I just be loved?"
I sobbed out onto my pillow.
My tears once again staining my sheets and pillows.
I form into a ball, bringing my knees to my chest and hugging them.
"Sometimes a worthless, careless bitch like me needs love too..."
I sob once again.
I decide that I'm never gonna stop crying.
I've been crying for more than 25 minutes. I've reached an all time low, I thought to myself.
I open my bedside drawer and take out my Phone. I plug in my earphones and put them into my ears.
I put it on shuffle.
Your Heart is an empty room by Death Cab For Cutie starts playing.
The lyrics and melody combined soothe me to sleep..
The last thing I hear before I go to sleep is
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Out on the streets are so many possibilities to not be alone..
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Thanks for reading guys.
Sorry if I bored you but it's necessary character development..💖
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Careless Bitch (Completed)
Fanfic"Yeah I'm a little careless. Yeah a lot of people say I'm a whore, they also say I'm a bitch. But remember when people actually cared what the fuck you said?" Said the Brunette boy to the Red headed boy. "I don't think you're a bitch." Said the boy...
