Done.

1-The beginning

Staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing, sighing all the time, waiting for time to pass, laying on my bed. That's my average day. Just like what I'm doing right now, just doing nothing while my mind goes from blanc to going crazy.

Anyways, that's not how I want my story to start. Let's try it again.

Hi, I'm Elisabeth Whitmore, but I prefer Lisa or Liz. Elisabeth is just way too extra for me, it sounds like I'm a princess which I'm absolutely not.

As you probably noticed already, I'm not ok. I'm not feeling ok, I'm sad all the time, etc etc.

But I can't really complain, my life is pretty good if you think about it. Nice home, it's not too big and not too small, it's perfect. Both of my parents have a job, my brother is in college. My bedroom is gorgeous. I get food everyday, same for water (Or tea if you're like me).

That sounds pretty good right?

Yet I feel so lonely, sad, empty, fat, ugly. I feel so bad because my life should be good, but I'm sad, I hate that, my parents don't deserve such a failure that is not happy with everything like me. And I could go on and on, but that would be selfish so I'll just stop.

Do you ever feel out of place? Like you're never going to feel like home somewhere? That you'll be alone and lonely forever?

Do you ever feel like giving up?

Because, yeah same, all the time actually. Sometimes I even feel like there's no reaso-

"Elisabeth!? Dinner's ready!" Someone suddenly yells from down the stairs. There's that name again. Elisabeth. The princess of whateverland.

Great. Now I have to go downstairs and act all happy for dinner.

Why you may ask? Well, my parents don't know about how I feel, so does my brother. I don't need people to take care of me or whatever, I don't want them to feel bad for me, I don't deserve any of that shit. So yeah, I lock myself up in my room most of the time because acting like you're happy is pretty god damn hard.

Anyways, it's time for dinner.

I slide the hood of my hoodie down and walk down the stairs. Holy shit this smells good.

I'm actually not hungry at all, my feelings just make it that way.

I take a deep breath and put a curious smile on my face as I walk in. "What is smelling so good?" I ask. "Your mom made us delicious dinner."

More like ordered delicious dinner, my parents almost never cook by themselves because they're so busy.

Oh. It looks like she actually did make dinner herself. Red pasta, holy frickemoly that looks so good.

As we sit down and eat, my mom activates her detective caring mom mode.

Here we go.

"Ready to go to school tomorrow?" "Totally." I say with a fake smile. Who is ever ready to go to school?

"How was your day sweetie?" "It was great!" I did absolutely nothing. "I made some homework," nope "I cleaned up a bit," definitely not "and I texted some friends." Yeah, the ones you don't even have.

"Oh really? That sounds fun dear." What part? "How's Jesica doing?" Oh the bitch who dumped me for makeup and dicks?

Oh, I got an interesting story about that. But that's for later.

"We're awesome mom." "She should come over again some time." I smile and look at my plate again.

Jesica Dewis. I'm even disgusted by that name. She used to be my best friend, but at some point she dumped me for some fake friends, makeup and most importantly boys. Ultimate dick move right?

I don't even have friends right now, but that's fine, I can deal with it. It's maybe for the best I don't have to deal with other people, dealing with myself is hard enough already.

"How's school in general?" "It's going good." I smile again, dammit it's so hard to keep smiling. "Are there any subjects you have a hard time with?" "No mom, it's all good." Hahahaha. No.

Do you even know how hard it is to focus if your mind keeps going crazy? I do manage to keep my grades up, surprisingly, so my parents won't notice anything bad is going on.

What the hell, if you think about it. I'm hella pathetic. I don't tell my parents anything and I'm keeping my grades up to hide myself.

After dinner I rush upstairs, breathing in one room with other people that can't know about your feelings is extremely hard.

I take a box of chewing gum and go to the bathroom. I open the box, wimps and a blade. The blade in the middle and wimps on the side, so when you shake the box you don't hear anything. Good hiding spot huh? No one will notice. Right?

I take a deep breath and look at the blade. Then I look in the mirror, shit, I have tears in my eyes. Dammit, don't cry. I look at the blade again and feel a wave of anger coming my way. I aggressively throw the box to the other side of the bathroom.

"Are you ok Elisabeth? What happened!?" My dad screams from downstairs. Oh my god! Knock it off with the name already. When is it gonna be your highness?

"I'm ok dad! The shampoo bottle fell!" "Oh ok! I'm glad you're not hurt." Yeah, you wish.

Wow I'm so mean to my parents..?

I grab the gum and put it back in my school bag, yes that's where I usually keep it.

I walk to my bed and let myself fall on it. I stare at the ceiling again.

I really don't want tomorrow to start. I frown and drift off to sleep. Yup, with my clothes still on, I know I'm disgusting, sorry.

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Whoop whoop that is the first chapter of Done. already, did you enjoy? Or relate or something? What's your opinion on Elisabeth so far?

Jeez so many questions:/

Now it's time for the ultimate cliche............

Don'T foRgEt To ComMeNT aNd vOtE oN My sTorY!

I'm kidding, do whatever you like:)

Etc means etcetera by the way;)