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I woke up to the sun shining through my window. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, flinging my legs over the side of my bed.

*Bzz Bzz*

I looked over to my bedside table to see my lock screen with a 1 New Message notification. I picked it up and checked the message.

Idiot Brother Mark: Hey, Y/N! I was wondering when your flight leaves today. Just so that I can come and pick you up from the airport.

Ugh, I swear Mark and his huge ego. He was sweet but when your his sister. It get's old really quick. 

Y/N: Ugh Hi, Mark. My flight is in about 3 hours. It's about a 3 hour flight so I would say be at the airport in 7 hours. Okay?

I hit send and walked to the bathroom. I slipped inside and forcefully shut the door behind me. I was greeted with myself staring back at me through the mirror. Ugh, why was I such an ugly soul? My skin was so pale you would think I haven't left the house in years. My body looks like I've never worked out in my life. However, the worst couldn't compare to any of those. The scars, I had them on my wrists and my thighs.  Nothing could hide them. They were hideous. I then walked over to the shower and turned it on. Waiting for it to heat up I took my clothes off and leaned against the door. Letting my thoughts rush around my head.

Slut

Bitch

Hoe

Just then I heard my phone start ringing. I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed it.

"Hello?" 

"Hi, Sis! I just thought I'd call you to tell you some of my friends are going to be at my house when I get you!" he explained cheerfully

"Ugh, Alright Mark"

I ended the call and walked back to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and jumped in the shower. The warm water brushing my skin felt amazing. However, all great things must come to an end. I groggily got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my torso. I then grabbed my clothes and walked back to my bedroom. I set the dirty pjs on the floor and went to go pick out something to wear to the airport. I grabbed some black skinny jeans and a (favorite band) sweatshirt. I put them on, grabbed my phone and began walking down stairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of (favorite cereal) and sat down at the counter. I quickly ate it and cleaned the bowl. I then turned on my phone to check the time.

8:30 AM

"I should get going" I told myself running upstairs to my room where my bags were.

I grabbed my luggage and ran back down the stairs. I grabbed my keys on my way out. I closed the door behind me and hopped into my car. Then I was off to the airport.


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