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Burning.
A seering pain slithered down my arm. I watched as the dark burgandy blood driped down from my wrist. It stung but it also felt wonderful. I dropped the shining piece of sharp metal down onto the counter. I watched the blood fall for a few more seconds before turning on the water to wash it out. I stuck it under and waited for the blood to seize. The burning left and all that was left was a little soreness.
I turned off the cold water and walked away, out of the small bathroom. I entered my room and saw a message on my black pillow. I started walking faster and picked it up with curious eyes. It read,
"Out 4 a drink with bf. Back b4 midnite. Luv, mum."
I was wondering why it was so quiet here. Usually a loud t.v. or stereo is pounding throughout the house. I'm glad she's gone. When she's here, I'm hit and abused. I hate her.
I tore the small note and threw it on the ground (A/N AND I THREW IT ON THE GROOOUUUNNNND! XD). I kicked the scraps under my bed and collapsed onto the comfy comforter. The black background with red polka-dots was a very cute pattern. I absolutely love my bed. I was about to fall asleep when I realized that I was still in my school clothes. I got up too fast and became dizzy. I walked over, stripped out of my skinny jeans and tee, and put on an oversized shirt before collapsing back into my bed and letting sleep consume me.
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Even when I'm walking on a wire. Even when I set myself on fire. Why do I always feel invisible, invisible?
I woke up to Skylar Grey's Invisible (A/N LOOK. UP. THAT. SONG. or else I will stalk u and plan your slow and painful death....) and was in a very good mood for once. I realized that I had forgotten to place a bandage on my cut from last night and had bled on my pillows. I got upset and rushed up to the bathroom to get a zebra-print patterned Bandaid. I placed it perfectly on my cut that was around a bunch of other scars and cuts.
I took off my large sleeping shirt and walked over to my closet. I found a pair of stone washed black skinny jeans and a short sleeved shirt with Escape The Fate on it. I quickly slipped those on and went over to my dresser. I opened my drawer and found my favorite pair of black knitted arm warmers. I also grabbed a pair of socks and threw those over towards my shoes. I picked up my black eyeliner and briskly put on a thick line on both eyes, making sure I left a small wing in the corners. Picking of my brush, I plugged in my straightening iron and brushed through my knotted blue and black hair. Once the straightener was hot enough, I flat ironed my hair completely and brushed through it once more. I ran over to my shoes and socks, forgetting to unplug my straightener. I put on my mismatched socks and slipped on my old, worn-in Chuck Taylors before I smelled something burning. I saw smoke coming from my dresser and looked over. My flat iron was burning my dresser!
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I rushed over. I quickly unplugged it and stood back, making sure that it wouldn't burst into flames. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was pounding loudly and I could hear it clearly in my head.
"God...." I breathed. "That was crazy..." I said whilst shaking my head and walking away. I ran out of the room and down the stairs. My mom was passed out on the couch with an empty vodka bottle in her hand. I hoped she would choke on her own vomit. I glared at her as I walked over to the kitchen to grab an apple. It was green and shiny, looking like a fresh apple. I bit stright into it before spitting it back out, dropping the apple, and watching it splatter on the ground. The apple was rotted from the inside out. The inside was a disgusting brown color and it was extremely mushy. "Ew..." I muttered before grabbing my black and green messenger bag and walking to the front door. Opening it, I slammed it behind me, leaving it unlocked.
I started walking slowly considering the time I had left the house. I was pretty early, considering that I had dodged my usual morning beating. There was a slight mist in the air because we had just had a short rainshower last night. I walked through the mist and heard a door slam behind me. Thinking it was just someone off to work, I didn't look behind me. Then, I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped walking and before long, somebody walked right into me. I got shoved forward and then I turned around. There stood before me the most gorgeous boy in the universe. He had slightly long dark blonde hair and I could clearly see his light hazel eyes through the mist. He had one snakebite and a clear complexion. He stared at me for a second before barking,
"Watch wear you're walking, freak."
My heart crumbled and I could feel the shine leave my eyes.
"Sorry..." I whispered quietly. He walked away while glowering at me. I thought I had felt a connection, but apparently I was wrong.
I continued walking the short distance that was left and arrived at school shortly after. I entered with a large crowd of people dressed in A and F, not Hot Topic. Lots of Express, and no Pac Sun. I felt like a frowny face in the middle of one thousand happy faces. I finally reached my locker and did the combination. 16, 32, 16, 42. The shining hot pink lock fell into my hands and I opened my locker. I reached for my math book along with my Honors English textbook. Those were my first 2 periods. I slammed my locker and locked it back up before leaving. Across the way, I spotted mystery dude once more.
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