Shattered Pieces

I jump awake in a cold sweat to my alarm telling me it's another shitty day to start at 6 am. Another nightmare and another sleepless night. But the problem is, when I wake up my nightmares don't go away. They're here to stay and I cannot escape them. I have to go through my everyday life with this smile painted on my weary face.

15 and already wanting to drop off the face of the Earth. This is no way to live so maybe it would be better to just die...

I hop into the shower where I wince at the burning on my forearm. The scorching water falls onto last night's cuts as I pull them away. Water droplets sit where blood was dripping from just several hours ago. I brace through it and finally release myself from the steam choking me in the small, pure white bathroom. Too many horrifying events lay within those glossy tiles.

My drenched hair drips onto my shirt as I try to tame the knots embedded into every strand from all the tossing and turning I did last night. The long sleeves of my shirt cover my scar stained wrists and skinny jeans rub my cut infested thighs. I rush downstairs while combing my half blow dried hair searching for my straightener.

I turn the corner to see my sister sitting at the island in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Katrina." she mumbles as she spoons sugarcoated cornflakes into her already full mouth.

"Hi." I reply short and sweet to hint that I am in no way interested to engage in small talk, nor do I have time to.

I stumble across my straightener in the downstairs bathroom and choose to just continue in there since I'm already short on time. The heat of it is so tempting to press to my already destroyed forearms. My hands flutter around it but I can't bring myself to grasp the handle. I want to take the entire thing to my stomach to melt my insides.

"Are you alright in there?" Casidee calls from the kitchen. "You're going to be late again if you keep day dreaming into the mirror."

Shit. I forgot to shut the door and I've been standing here for what seems like forever in dreamland.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little out of it today.

"Okay, better get your hair done soon because mom isn't going to want to drive you again. You know how upset she gets."

I rush with my hair and throw on some half ass job of makeup and rush out of the house without any breakfast. I wonder if my family ever notices that I rarely eat..

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sorry it's so short but there's more to come. Let me know what you think \(^~^)/