Tap..tap..tap. Repeatedly I hit my fingers on the busted keyboard of the old computer I own as I try to pass the time. My heart is pounding through my skin and I can no longer keep my leg from skipping a mile a minute. I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to escape. My palms are sweaty and I feel myself wanting to scream. I'm not angry, but in complete lost of hope. In one motion I slam my hand on the blood stained desk and stand up from the broken chair I have been seaten in for 2 hours. Directly I make my way to the bathroom in a hope that my feet know where to go more than my mind. As I stand face to face with the mirror I cannot recognize my own reflection. In an upset manner Ibrip the clothes off my body leavinf me in nothing but the blood that drips from my wrist. Across of me I see my reflection. A female a fucking girl. Stretch marks cover my thighs and scars cover my arms. For a moment I close my eyes and I imagine myself with a flat chess but if course my eyes open again. Drained I fall to my knees covered in tears with three words flooding my mind. "She.. Her.. Kate"
Again. "She. Her. Kate." Louder. "She! HER! ...Kate". My peers at school don't understand. "Must be a mental illness" My Family strughle to grasp why i can't just be a lesbian. Its exhuasting. As my tears begin to dry i wipe away the now dry blood that had recentky trickled down my bare skin. I carelessly cover the mark i had created as I stand up and quickly dress myself. Efficiently I pick up my heavy back pack and exit through the front door. Monday, freshmen year of school I climb the stairs to the bus and prepare myself for yet another nightmare to occur.
