Being Strong (the sequel to Stay Strong)

Chapter 1

I looked around my room that had streams of sunlight breaking through the darkness as I laid in my bed I just stared at the white tiles on my ceiling that were yellowing with age. What was the meaning of the dream? Was it supposed to kill me inside? If that was the case it worked. Also, why would the dream include them? So, I just sat in mass confusion for a while instead of getting ready for school like I should have. "Are you awake Sam?" a loud voice boomed from the other side of the door.

Replying is the last thing I wanted to do but I couldn't ignore my own father. "Yes daddy..." my voice cracked in the process which made me realize that I had I was crying. I guess I've cried so much it doesn't faze me anymore. His footsteps were getting fainter and fainter meaning he was getting the boys ready for school. I pulled the blankets off me and the cold hit me like a kick to the balls or what I think that'd feel like.

I got up from the bed and I ran over to the light my feet burning from the cold, hardwood floors. When I turned on the light my room erupted with brightness blinding me with the color of orange. Why did I have such a dysfunctional room? Oh yeah because I am but I'm a waste of space. My room is my safe haven so it has more of a reason than me. That's pathetic.

Prancing over to my mirror I turned it around so I could see my terrible reflection. I looked at my wrist it disgusted me. I looked at my face and it made me want to just wanted to hide and never be found. My dyed, red hair was ratted and defying gravity. Then my black makeup was smudged and dripping down my face with a few lingering tears. My legs exposed from my black, pajama, shorts were skinny and bruised from the last time. I shook that memory from my brain.

I walked over to my closet and grabbed a Falling In Reverse tee shirt that read I'm not a zombie but I feel like one. Then turned and opened a drawer where pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans. Once I got changed into them I went back in front of the mirror. Picking up my brush I turned on Johnnie's song Perfect Me. I brushed through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. The song's lyrics were starting to get me. So I turned it off and fixed my makeup.

Rising from the floor where I had been getting ready I still looked like shit but I didn't care anymore. I wiped away the tear that still sat on my cheek.  There was a knock on my door and I grabbed my wrist. "Yes?"

"It's almost time to go, sweetheart," my dad told me leaving the door closed.

I replied, "Okay daddy let me put my boots on then I'll out." On my desk were my bracelets that I put gently over my arm covering my mistakes. I pulled on my combat boots and grabbed my phone. Then walked out of my room turning off the light and headed out the door. It was going to be a weird day.