Hopeless • BAR (SEQUAL TO SKINNY)

chapter seven ; dear nobody

[Kendall's PoV]

I need to leave this place, I can't stay here.
I mumbled to myself, picking at my fingernails and staring at my ceiling.

My mind slowly began to form a plan. I was going to leave, run away, hide. I would get out of this hellhole.

But where would I go?
Inquired the little voice in my head. I knew if I went to a relative or friends house, I'd be sent right back home.

I can go to the Youth Center and say my dad kicked me out.
I thought.

I've passed the Youth Center once or twice, it was a little brick building with sad boys with baggy bangs playing guitar inside. Me and the girls would always tease them, but I know its my last option.

Kendall, you're so stupid. They'll know exactly who you are, you need to change it up.
Whispered the little voice in my head.

I didn't want to go through with this plan, but Im between a rock and a hard place. I can't stay here any longer. I can't peacefully pee in a bathroom without a door and some sort of black mold growing in the toilet. I can't peacefully sleep in a room filled with insects, webs, and goo. I can't peacefully live in a house where I'm constantly being abused and told off by my family.

This was it.

I still had two hours before my dad got off work and the boys got back from their team meal, I needed to hurry if I was going to gp through with this.

As I emptied the contents of my bookbag out onto my bed and began to stuff clothes inside, my mind was forming a plan. I would change my appearance and go to the Youth Center to stay, tell them my name was Angel. 'Angel' would've been home schooled online and kicked out by her dad, and then her dad would've left and drove fear away. Very,very far away with his new girlfriend Vonda.
Yes, Vonda.

The Youth Center is run by a few psychologists, so I'd say my anorexia was just malnutrition from my dad not feeding me. It all fit together like a puzzle, and I was ready.

I went to the restroom and stared at myself in the dirty mirror. I opened the top drawer and grabbed a rusty pair of silver scissors. My whole body began to cringe as I held the blades of the scissors to my beautiful brown hair.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and snipped. I closed my eyes ans snipped the other side, aware of how uneven it looked. I then cut some uneven bangs, found a realistic looking pair of sunglasses with light lenses, and I was ready. To rid the proof, I cleaned up every last hair off the ground and let it go out the window.

I returned to my room, grabbed my bookbag, and sighed. I was shaking violently, but ran out of that trashy old apartment, taking one last glance at the hell that's had me captivated since the beginning.

I locked the door, and left.

A/N-
I updated finally, sorry its not that great.

I love you guys so much, Skinny just reached 20k!! I'm super glad. :)

-Hanna