Darling, You'll Be Okay. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

C A R T E R

"I don't want to wake up," was the only thing going through my head as I dragged myself out of my large queen sized bed. I slouched to the bathroom, the first location I end up going to once I open my eyes in the morning.

After taking care of my business, I slugged back into my bedroom and started making my bed. I retrieved all of my pillows from off the floor and set them nicely at the head of the mattress, making it as neat as possible. I grabbed my black and red glasses that were sitting at the edge of my dark oak wood bedside table and set them on my face. I squinted my eyes and blinked a couple times, adjusting my vision to the clarity.

I walked over to the foot of my closet and swung the double doors open, beginning my search for an outfit. I retrieved the usual band T-shirt and pair of skinny jeans out of my dresser drawer, along with the necessary undergarments.

I made my way back to the bathroom, also known as my second home, and began washing my face before getting changed into fresh clothes. I brushed my teeth and hair before pulling out my straightening iron and plugging it into the outlet next to the marble countertop. As I waited for it to heat up to a decent temperature, I began applying my makeup.

I don't normally wear much makeup, but when I do, I only apply a small wing of black eyeliner, giving me the name "emo kid" by my peers at school. I know I don't look like the majority of people at my school, yet I don't see what's wrong with wearing the color black. But that's only one of the many reasons why I don't get along with most people at my school.

After about two attempts at a perfect wing of eyeliner, I became satisfied with how it turned out. I began straightening out every wave and curl in my hair. Afterwards, I unplugged the straightening iron and returned it back under the sink.

I entered my bedroom once again and chose a few items of jewelry. I wore my favorite black eighth note earrings along with a black choker necklace. Afterwards, I slipped on a pair of black and white converse. I grabbed my favorite hoodie in which has a yellow batman symbol designed on the front.

I skipped downstairs, feeling a little more awake as I began taking out a bowl along with cereal, milk, and a spoon for breakfast. I sat down at the tall wooden table and began eating. As I did so, I checked my phone.

I recently made a new Instagram account that no one but me knows about. It's an anonymous account, therefore nobody knows who I truly am. Besides, I'm not dumb enough to give out my personal information to complete strangers.

I created the profile because I noticed how there were many fan accounts that had photos and funny pictures based on my favorite bands. I began following the accounts and commenting on their posts a couple times. I finally came up with the decision to make my own.

Once I did, I went by the name, Lynx Willow. The name isn't very specific and doesn't mean anything important to me, I just like it. As soon as I created the account, I began posted photos of my favorite bands in which are My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, Sleeping With Sirens, and many more.

I started gaining followers right away and learned more and more about the fandom everyday. A lot of people are the same age and have many of the same likes and dislikes. Many of them even share the same opinion and view on things like I do. Soon enough, people started commenting and liking my photos, some even began direct messaging me.

I was a little nervous at first to respond until I realized that there's nothing to worry about. These people were kind and sweet and wanted nothing to do with where I lived or who I was. All we ended up talking about were our views on life, mental health, and most importantly, music. There was nothing harmful about that, yet I still couldn't tell anyone. Not even my close friends.