Lost / Stiles Stilinski

"Its a gift not curse,"

"Well, I didn't want your stupid fucking gift,"

"You were going to fall and die,"

"I wasn't going to fall Derek, I was trying to jump,"

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My name is Sky'Lenn Handsaker, I'm 17 with black long curly hair and greyish eyes. I get bullied everyday and I self harm. I live with my mom who is on drugs and is an alcoholic.

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~ Sky's POV ~

I wake up to my alarm going off. I throw the blankets off me and walk to the bathroom. I turn the shower on before stripping from my clothes. I wash my hair and body and shave my legs and under my arms. I turn the shower off and dry myself off with a towel. I put on my bra and underwear and blow dry my hair and brush my teeth. I walk to my closet and find light pink skinny jeans and a blue tank top with a grey sweater over it. I walk back to the bathroom and brush my hair and curl it a little. I grab a couple bracelets and put them on each wrist to cover up my scars. I walk out and put on black converse. I look in my body mirror and am actually okay with what I look like. I grab my grey backpack and my glasses before putting them on and grabbing my phone before leaving the space of my room.

Ready for a day of hell.

I walk down stairs to see my mom sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette with a bottle of Rum in her other hand. I shake my head and walk out to my dads old BMW. I look at my phone and see I have a message from my only friend Erica.

1(new message) Erica

Hey can you pick me up please?

To: Erica.

I'm on my way.

I throw my phone to the passenger seat and start the car. 10 minutes later I pull into her drive way. I honk the horn and soon see her running to the car. I move my phone so she doesn't sit on it.

"Hey," I say smiling. I look at her outfit. She's wearing black sweatpants, black shirt, black converse. She also had her hair in a bun with her glasses on too.

"Hey, did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Yep," I said driving to school.

"Are you ready for Junior year?" She asks looking through her phone.

"Not really,"I say pulling into a parking space.

We get out and I lock the car before walking to our locker.