My Life is a Silent Hurricane

Chapter Sixteen- the Truth Comes Out

The week passes without much happening. On Friday, I wake up at 8:30 because I'm taking the day off school for my appointment. I take a long hot shower and dress in a long purple skirt and a tight white tee-shirt that says "Be The Change You Wish To See In The World." I wear my black and white low cut Converse and leave my pink hair down. I cheer silently when I realize that tomorrow I can finally wear jeans again!! At 10:30, Maggie knocks on the door and says it's time to go.
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After the cast is off and it's time to go, We walk out the door. It feels really weird and I have a limp. (which the doctor says is normal and I'll probably have it for about a week until my foot is used to having no cast.)
On Monday, I wake up, shower, and dress in tight black jeans (yay!), a black and white stripe cropped long sleeve top and black spiky combat boots (2 of them!) I comb and French braid my hair, wear hot pink lipstick, black eyeshadow, mascara, and sparkly eyeliner.
Ignoring the crutches in the corner of the room, I pick up my backpack and limp out the door.
When I arrive at my locker, I'm surprised to see Wesley standing there.
"Yay, no cast!!" He cheers for me.
"Yep. I've got a limp still though." I take a few steps to show him.
He looks at me. "You are so beautiful Storm Grey, with or without a limp." I smile and feel like crying.
Later, after school, we go to our special bench in the park.
"How come you always wear bracelets?" He asks, pointing to my silver and black bangles- my favorite set.
I don't know what to tell him.
"Um.. Well... I don't know.. I like them?" As I say it, I realize I'm a horrible lier.
He laughs. "You're a horrible lier." I giggle and look down.
"I... I cut." I say, ashamed. He'll hate me for it.
"It's okay. Don't be ashamed of them." Yikes! Is he a mind reader?
"But I am!! Nobody could... Nobody could ever love me with them!!" I practically shout.
"But I do." He says. He looks me in the eyes. "I love you, Storm Grey."
A tear runs my cheek. Don't fall for it. I tell myself. But it's too late. I already have.

The next day, I wake up to the sound of my phone alarm vibrating. 6:00. I turn it off, make my bed, and dress. I decide on tight red skinny jeans, black spiky combat boots, a tight white tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. I wear my silver necklaces and bangles again, smoky eyeshadow, and bright red lips. I pull my hair into a ponytail.
Then I walk over to the window, where I'm nearly blinded by the brightness. After I recover, I squint out the window and see a blanket of snow. I smile, grab my backpack, and race down the steps and out the door into falling snow.
Once outside, I see that someone has already been here. A huge heart is drawn in the snow, and half-covered footprints lead to... That same bush he hid in the other day. I smile and walk over to it, my combat boots sinking in the powdery 4 inches of snow.