Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:* [Slow Updates]

Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:*

Chapter one: When I look in the Mirror

She never had a name. So they all called her Echo.

Echo's P.O.V.

I snapped my eyes open, and gazed at the window to my left. There was no sunlight slipping through the blinds, meaning I woke up early, again.

I slid off my bed, my feet touching the cool wooden planks. I shuffle around a little, stretching my arms. I glance at the clock on my desk. 5:23 it read. I sighed and walked to my dresser.

I pulled out a pair of loose grey sweatpants, a black 'Bullet for my Valentine' tee shirt, black socks, and a black hoodie.

I jog to the bathroom, and strip out of my blue and green pj's. Tossing them into the creamy white hamper in the corner, I started up a cold shower. Why a cold shower, you may ask?

Well, my skin is sensitive. So hot water makes it red, plus it feels like I'm being burned alive.

*:* After the numbing cold shower *:*

I slid out, wrapping myself in a warm towel. I stuck out by hands, tracing the lines that crisscrossed my wrists. There were pink ones, red ones, even a few white ones. I'm not proud of them, but it shows that I have feelings.

I change into my clothing, and walk down the hallway. Ty is still sleeping, so I guess I'll have to make us breakfast. As I walk towards the stairs, a large vanity mirror catches my eye.

I step in front of it: analyzing myself.

I have dark brown hair, which is wavy and goes down to my hips. I have large green eyes, with flicks of yellow in them. My skin is abnormally pale, since I don't leave the house or restaurant much. I have cuts, crisscrossing my wrists: as I said earlier. I'm not too tall, but I suppose you could say that I'm the tallest I could be.

When others see me, they think that I'm an emotionless geek.

But when I see me, all I see is an emotional outcast.