All the time i stare in the mirror, my complection so different from that happy little girl that used to stare back at me. Now i see a tall, thin built, pale skinned 16 year old. I see a boycut hair style, still silky black. I see once pale blue eyes, full of light, now containing that same, sharp, icy resemblance of my father's. I see a pale face covered in freckles. I see a stranger.
Soon enough, i get sick of the person looking back at me. You all think waiting is so easy, but it isnt. Staying here, alone, with nobody, its hard. But my brother told me to wait. It was the last thing he ever told me to do, so i have to listen.
YOU ARE READING
why wait
Teen Fictionjust a little story. trigger warning!!! if you are easily triggered by self harm or depression please dont read
