Barely Lethal

one.

I believe that everything happens for a reason and before something great happens, everything is meant to fall apart. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that we appreciate them when they're right.

In life, I realized, there is a role for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, some will love you, and some will teach you. But the one who are truly important are the ones that bring the best in yourself. They are the rare and amazing people who are reminder to why it'll be worth it.

I feel that, if life can remove someone you had lost, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

I don't remember much about my mother. I was very little when she died in a car crash. I do remember her singing me to bed, tucking me in and reading me these amazing stories I could never forget. I remember her long brown hair which reached to her hips, her forest green eyes and a smile that could light up the world.

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

It was a motto my mom had lived by and I'm going to so the same.

Unfortunately, I had inherited most of her features which makes my father more angry. It reminds him too much of her, he says.

When my mother was around, he was my hero and we had an inseparable relationship. After my mother's death, he had gone into depression and turned to work and alcohol for comfort and leaving me alone to fend for myself. I didn't mind because I liked it better when no one was around and it made things easier.

He drank a lot but he had never physically hurt me until a month ago. He doesn't hit me everyday, it's only when he really stressed or things don't go well at work. If things didn't go the way he wanted, he'll make sure I won't be walking for a while. I'm waiting until I'm eighteen to be able to get away from this hellhole.

I want to be able to wakeup and realize it's a dream but, I know it's not. Sometimes, I'm on the verge of a break and I want to die but I will survive. I won't give up so easily.

Things are already bad at home so why not at school? I was constantly been put down, the bullies always leave me feeling like I can't ever do anything right. They made me feel worthless and bad about myself in general.

I had only two friends, Farah and Thea. I had been bestfriends with them since we were kids. They were more like sisters than friends. They were a reminder that I should live. They were both alike in so many ways when it came to personality. They were pretty popular, unlike me.

To this day, I still don't understand why they hangout with me. I try to spend as much as time with them because they drive away all the bullies. My bestfriends don't know about the bullies and my father and I'd like to keep it that way.

I rolled out of bed looking like the corpse bride and began wandering around the room, showering and getting dressed. I flung on a pair of black leggings, a blue hoodie just enough to cover all the bruises. My long brown hair was always wavy and today was no different.

Every day I looked into the mirror, and unlike most girls who think highly of themselves, I never did. Like I said, my wavy hair was nothing special and my eyes were the same color as my father's: brown. My skin was not brown, it was more of a tan.

I had a curvy figure, even though most of my bullies called me fat, it didn't really bother me. I applied some makeup, to hide a few of my unnoticeable scars. I never overdo it, because I didn't want to draw unwanted attention to myself.

Makeup can only make you pretty on the outside but it doesn't help if you're ugly in the inside. Unless, you eat the makeup. I'm indirectly hinting it at all those fake bitches who think they're better than everyone.