-Ring Ring-
Rachel's P.O.V
Morning already? I should open my eyes, maybe I should take a shower. Clean myself, for the 19th time this week. I'm never clean, never can be.
{She opened her eyes slowly}
It's bright in here, to bright. I get up slowly, feeling my blacket softly leave my body. I was warm, now cold. I looked out the window, the icy air touched my face. I climbed down my bunk bed, trying not to wake my sister I tiptoed to the bathroom, the door cracked opened with a sharp creek. I got scared and ran into the bathroom. My heart running like a bolt, almost stopped when I heard a sound from my room. I quickly locked the door and took off my clothes. My pink shirt was tight, and was hard to take off. My pants were loose and comfortable. Of course my bra/underwear was Victoria secret. I looked in the mirror trying to look sexy. I looked at my self, I guess i did have a nice body for my age. Being 13 was not fun, but I was sexy. After my thoughts I took my underwear and bra off. Scared I jumped in the shower and put it to as hot as it could go. My shower was strong and burnt my skin until my hair started to steam, my skin started to lightly bleed. I refreshed myself with Coldwater and stated to cry. My tears were not because I was in pain, it was because I was not clean. I never feel clean, I'm a fucking useless piece of shit. I washed my hair with shampoo and put body wash all over my body. I scraped my dandruff off my scalp. I pealed the pieces of skin burnt of by the burning hot water. I sat down in the cold water feeling myself to make sure I was okay. Sometimes I feel like a million little ants are biting in my skin. Maybe I was just crazy but, I swear something was there, on my skin, dead.
Sam's P.O.V
I woke to a sound of the shower running and sat out of bed. I received a msg from my mom saying that my br Mike was sleeping still at her house. I did not care, I wondered If Rachel was taking a shower again. She wasted all of our shampoo and conditioner.
Rachel's P.O.V
I stopped the shower and hummed a song. Nightcore songs are my favorite, I like the slow paced ones though. There calm and smoothing for the soul. The sad ones are the best for me personally. While I humed I blow-dried my hair naked. Once my hair was dry I got into a tank top and some shorts. I put my skin care products on like any girl and was careful. I put on some light makeup, because I felt like it. After I was done I walked out of the bathroom and wondered out into my sister and fell down... Oops?
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Look Deeper
Teen FictionA city, full of many people. People who breath for the same reason, everyone breaths to live. but one kid wants to stop breathing. But the only problem is when she tried to kill herself, she woke up, alive. She is alive, but so alone.
