Life is such a strange thing. No one can manage understand it. Lucy is trying her best to do it. She is haunted by the voices in her head, which are telling her the truth, the problem is that she doesn't want to admit some facts. Broken hearts, so...
-Yeah, kinda. How'd you know I should feel bad today?
-I stay in touch with everyone. Oliver told me. So how do you feel?
-I've got a big headache, but thus to that fact, mom thought I have a fever, and I didn't went to my grandma'. I really wasn't in the mood to go there. But thank goodess, she didn't smell the scent of the alcohol.
-Good. So, what do you plan to do the whole day?
-Probably just watch a lot of Netflix TV series.
-You should watch Orange is the New Black, Breaking Bad, Scream Queens.
-I already did. I watched nearly all of the TV series existing on Netflix.
-Wow, I didn't expect you to be such a film freak.
-Lettie! I actually am doing interesting stuff when I'm home alone.
-I wish I were you. Oh, wait, no I don't.
-Ha, ha, how funny., I said sarcastically and then we both laughed. We were chatting for about half an hour. I managed to eat while talking to her. When she said:
-Oh, shit, my parents are back home, I have to go Lucy, see you tomorrow.
-Bye. Be blessed.
-Thanks, I'll need that.
Than she hung up. I went to my room, turned on the laptop, and started watching Stranger things. While there was the introduction, I was preparing my painting supplies. When it started, I was putting the oils on the palette and started drawing drawing without the sketch. I spent my whole day on painting, and watching till the last episode the TV series. I looked at the clock, it was 12 a.m. and I finally finished the painting, I was happy about it. It was a beautiful painting of a big bloody moon. The moon always made me feel safe.
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I just finished watching the last episode of Stranger Things. It took me 13 hours, but it was worth it. I was tired. I didn't ate anything, instead of my breakfast. My parents were still at my grandma', they texted me they'll be late, so I should not wait for them.
I tiredly put the painting beside the wall, to let it dry. Then went to the bathroom to wash my hands from the paint, and went to bed. I slept peacefully, until I was woke up by the alarm on my phone. Since it was early, I took the decision to go outside and breathe a little of the morning air.
I went to see if there was some mail in the mailbox near the wooden wall covered with beautiful pink roses I've planted by myself when I was 12. They meant very much to me, they were representing my life.
I had a lot of anxiety moments in my childhood, because of people calling me a nerd, and the voices. They appeared in the moment I wanted to cut my veins, because of people bullying me. They started convincing me that it was a stupid action, and that the problems won't be solved that way. I didn't listen and made a few cuts at the median cubital veins , when in the bathroom entered a girl, and quickly threw that knife away. She cupped my face, and stared calming me down. She looked deep in my eyes. I didn't resist my watery eyes, and started crying on her shoulder. She hugged me back, and started patting my back. It was Scarlett. She was there for me in the moment I thought everything is over. From that day we became BFF's. She was defending me from those bullies, and they stopped making fun of me. There was a few small scars on my arm, put that was not a big deal. From that day, those roses became meaningless to me, because I had Lettie. But they're still growing, their beauty decorating the street, so I decided to leave them grow by themselves. At first they died, because they had not enough water, but then, they grew up even more beautifully, and started climbing the wall.
I was thinking of my life, not even noticing I was already in the bathroom, doing my morning routine. Went to shower, made a human out of myself. I put on a white crop-top with long sleeves, a pair of black ripped high-waisted jeans, white adidas sneakers, a black baseball cap and tied around my waist a red and black checked shirt. I put some make up on my face, with my lips vine, and went to school with Oliver, 'cause he was waiting for me in the outside.
My parents were still not home, I wonder why.
We arrived at school, and went inside, holding our hands and intertwining our fingers. I saw plastic girls death-glaring me, but I gave zero fucks about that. We were inside talking to his friends, when something caught my eye. A girl entered the school with a sad face...
