Hide Behind This Smile.

Chapter Two

December 6, 2013

Katie's POV

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

I quickly sit up looking around frantically taking in my surrounding. Images of the wretched house flash threw my mined. Once I realize I'm in my room I let out a shaky breath I didn't notice I was keeping in. I sit in my bed trying to get my rapid heart beat back to a normal pace.

It was just a dream.

I then realized my alarm clock is still going off. I groan in annoyance, slamming my hand down trying to make my alarm clock shut the hell up. Once the alarm clock is silent I swing my legs over the side. I realize I'm drenched in sweat from the horrific memory that invaded my dreams. I make the intelligent decision to take a shower.

I yank off my over-sized Michigan Adventure shirt and boy shorts, then step into the shower. I grab my, Paris, body wash and cleanse myself. Next I scrub my scalp with my two in one coconut shampoo & conditioner. Lastly I grab my razor. I look at it for a second deciding where I should do it. I run my finger over the sharp part, then I decide on my stomach.

I slash two long lines just above my belly button, letting the blood flow with the pent up emotions with it. The tears start rolling down my face, but I can't really tell. That's why I like crying in the shower; no one can tell. It's the perfect place for when your feeling so numb you can't move. Or when the emotions are so over whelming it fees like you can't breathe.

When I notice it looks like it's stopped bleeding I turn off the water. I get out and start drying myself off. I try to be cautious around the cuts but they still ends up stinging.

I lollop over to my wardrobe to figure out what to wear. After a couple look through my closet I decided to just go with my One Direction shirt, from the Take Me Home tour, and some faded denim jeans.

I walk over to my night stand to receive my hair brush when pang of pain surges up my leg. I look down to see I stepped on a Lego, well someone's prayers came true.

"Fuck" I yell in frustration.

"What have I told you about swearing, bitch." Anthony fires back. Anthony is one of Quinn's friends. I've been living with him since October, after Quinn's best friend, Dylan got sick of me because him and his girlfriend got engaged.

After I get ready all I have to do is put on make up. I walk back into the bathroom placing everything in front of the mirror. I look at my reflection for a minute. The corner of my lip is bruised, I have a huge bruise on my cheek, and on the opposite side of my face is my signature black eye.

I let out a huge sigh and start working on my make up. I use 1/4 of my foundation trying to cover the bruises on my face, neck, and arms. Then I put eye-liner and mascara on to draw away any bruises I've might of missed. Next I apply blush to hide any discoloring. And lastly I put on lip stick.

When I finish caking my face I run my fingers through my hair deciding it's dry enough. I head back into my room and plug in my straightener. I go to straighten a piece of hair and burn my hand. I drop the straightener as the heat of pain grows in my hand.

Shortly after words I finish straightening my hair. I glance up to take in my appearance. My blonde hairs is down and still slightly wavy, even after straightening it. My skin looks fair and pale. 'You can't even see my bruises' I thought to myself. My eyes are blue with a slight tint of green in them. To others they look bright and full of life, but I can see the hidden darkness behind them. All together I looked strong, put together, and happy. I was anything but that. I was weak and broken. But it's not like I would tell anyone that.