Miles Apart

Chapter One

Slight trigger warning: self harm ahead (not detailed)   

    

    Zoe's POV
      It was just a normal day for me. Wake up, shower, get ready, go to school,suffer, and go home to do chores and shit. I barely had any self time. I literally had to clean the entire house everyday. I was so used to it I thought it was odd when my mom was sweeping when I got home. "Zoe Evangeline why are you home 20 minutes late," my mother questioned me as soon as I walked in the door. "I stopped by the store for a drink," was all I said. She just replied with a hum and kept sweeping. I walked past her to my room while she was eyeing me oddly. Considering it was Friday I didn't have homework. I sat on my bed and got on social media because teenage stereotypes. My favorite app was Instagram because I loved making friends on there. It was an escape from social anxiety. I realized someone followed me and apparently I followed them first. I decided to stalk their profile that I don't remember. Let me just say.... damn. She was gorgeous. She had wavy, jet black hair with blonde streaks, and the prettiest brown eyes I'd ever seen. They were almost a hazel color. So light you couldn't really tell. She listened to the same music as me as well which is a big plus. I wonder where she's from. Yet I didn't slide in them DMs like I wanted to. Maybe I'll talk to her someday. Hopefully.
   Skylar's POV
Well this is great. I have absolutely nothing to do because my friend has to cancel. She probably just didn't want me over. Oh well, more lazy time. I crawled back in bed, and started stalking people's Instagram accounts when I noticed one that actually followed me. It was a girl who looked about my age so maybe 14 or 15. She had dyed blue hair that was a medium length and greenish blue eyes. I had to admit she was really pretty in the pictures I could see. So I followed her back. Well that and I saw some emo shit. We could be good friends, but she probably wouldn't talk to someone like me. I'm odd. Not a lot of people like me if anyone does at all. I can't blame them. I'm pretty icky. I don't worry about it too much though. It's just the truth. I wonder if I'm ever gonna be in a relationship being like this. Probably not. As bad thoughts flooded my mind I felt the itching feeling to do something I know I shouldn't do I couldn't help it. So I went to the bathroom, and followed through with my almost daily process: cutting myself. I don't know how to talk about it. It's not like anyone would care anyway. The only one who knows is my so called best friend. I told her I stopped though. She doesn't have to know.  I hear my mom walk towards the bathroom so I quickly start to clean and hide the blade. I hear a knock. "Skylar honey you've been in there a while. Are you alright," my mom asked. "Yeah I'm fine just... um..... my stomach hurts," I lie quickly. Yet another lie in this stupid life of mine.