A Dying Flower

Chapter 1

we want to be fixed by the same people who broke us and that's the worst kind of pain imaginable...
~ r.h. Sin

My alarm goes of next to me and I whimper not wanting to open my eyes. With closed eyes I search for the alarm clock until I finally find it and turn it off. When I eventually open my eyes I realise that the night hasn't stopped and I'm still in the terrible dream. I have realized that it's not a nightmare, but only my life.

My life is a nightmare.

Tears start to run down my pale cheeks without consent. This has become my morning routine. I would wake up, cry and start to get ready for school.

I move from my bed to the shower and start undressing. I don't even bother looking at the person in the mirror because I don't recognize them. After getting into the shower I turn on the water and it's freezing, that's the only way I can shower. After finishing my shower I notice the stranger in the mirror's lips are blue almost turning purple. I subconsciously touch my lips and notice the stranger also does this.

For the first time in a long time I look at the stranger in the mirror. She has pitch black hair that is deshelved and almost resembles a birds nest. Moving down her face I notice her eyes are not as green as they usually are, they look like they are dying, ironic I think to myself. Her lips are chaped and her skin is almost translucent. If you had to describe her she would be described as dead.

Quickly moving away from the mirror because the stranger's eyes were staring at me and the sorrow in them remind me about the pain in my heart.

I decide to get dressed in a ove skinny jean that is now almost two sizes to big for me and a normal balck tea shirt with a pair of overused white converse. Leaving my hair to air dry, I put on the only piece of jewelry I own.

It's a dainty silwer necklace with a small pendent on which a small compass was engrave on. The last gift my brother gave me before he gave up on me.

I grab my phone and back pack and go down stairs for breakfast. The kitchen as always was quite in the mornings. I notice pieces of broken glass that I missed while cleaning them up early this morining, on the floor and I suddenly remember the events of early this morning. I start tracing the cuts on my palms ignoring the pain it caused. Forgetting about the pain I moved to the kitchen cabinet which held my medicine. I start taking out all the medicine I needed and skipping the pain medicine that I was prescribed I came to the last pill I needed and it was on the top shelf made it impossible to get it with my 5'2 height.

While thinking about how I was going to get it down I heard footstpes coming towards the kitchen. The owner of the footsteps finally entered and his eyes, identical to mine, quickly became hard not showing any emotion as soon as they made contact with mine. He goes to stand still at the entrance his whole body tenses and he turns to move away before I make a decision knowing I would regret the outcome.

"Wait, Masy can you please help me?" I ask trying not make him angry this early in the moring.

"What do you want know? You're like a damn parasite, fucking annoying!" he spats at me, I knew this was going to be his reaction. I mentally scold myself for even asking for his help.

"Um, can you maybe help me get the pills on the top shelf , I'm to short to get it myself." I say with a sigh.

"Why would I want to do that? The pills are supposed to help you and without them you're going to die faster so why would I want to help you?" He says knowing how much it hurts me.

"I'm sorry Macy, I won't bother you again." I say turning around so he won't see the tears building up in my eyes before he can comment about how weak I am.

"I thought I told you not to call me that!" he growls and starts walking towards. I immediately flinch away not wanting to get hurt. He ignores me and reaches for the pills and easily grabs them. He looks down towards me, then I realize how short I am compared to his height of 6'4, he gives me a malicious smirk and moves to the sink and turns the water on.

Realizing what he is planning I try to grab the bottle out of his hands but fail miserably.

"Please Mac-, Mason. Please don't do this!" I say as the tears roll down my cheeks of a second this morning.

He ignores my protests and tips the pill bottle over causing all the pills to tumble out of the container and fall into the water which carries the dwon the drain.

"This is the consequence of you calling me something that you have no right to. I hope this helps you die faster." He says as he walks past me and out of the kitchen.

I fall to the ground as sobs escape from my chest. Why does this always have to happen to me ?

Standing up from the ground after sobering up I see a white pill on the ground and immediately pick it up. The last one of the pills Mason flushed down the drain. I grab it as well as the seven other pills on the counter he thankfully ignored and quickly swallow it with a glass of water.

Looking at the clock in the I see that the bus is coming in about 5 minutes.
I quickly run upstairs to brush my teath and wash my face. I grab my phone from the charger and go down stairs. Once I'm out the door I quicly lock it and walk down the block to wait for the bus. The bus stops next me to after a few minutes of waiting and I quickly get on the bus and go to sit in the seat closets to the front. The bus starts to move again and I put my earphones in turn the volume up to drown out the chatter of the other people on th bus.

As we drive closer to school and pick up more people on the way I watch as the mother or the father or sometimes both parents greet their children before sending them to the bus. I wish I could have that experience I think to myself.

When we pull up to school I am first off the bus after thanking the bus driver. Walking to the front doors I see my brother getting out of his car along with his best friend, Alex Middleton, and his girlfriend. They are both laughing at something my brother said and continue laughing as they walk together not even glacing in my direction.

I readjust my backpack and strat to walk into school already dreading the days that is to come.