I Shot The Bad Boy | ON HOLD

onion boobs

"What. Are you wearing?" My dads says walking in, straight away noticing my face.

I wasn't someone who anyone would describe as an artist, or one with the wind of creativity; totally made that up. Which is why, it took my three hours to make a paper mask, and badly color it in with a black crayon. Which might I add, was broken!

Shameful definitely, but the purpose, was so nobody would see me. Also since the mask covered half my face, not a soul would be able to tell it was me behind the badly piece of cut paper. Amazing isn't it?

"I'm going out, dad!" I yell, running away seeing as how I'm a terrible liar. But technically, it wasn't a lie, I was going out. Before I could make my great escape, my dad pulled my arm back, and crossed his arms. Alert, alert, dad mode is coming on!

"Where? And with that, mask?" One thing I couldn't do is, not answer a question my dad asks. It's just- I couldn't.

"Uh, I wanted to. Uh go to that new burger place, and didn't want anyone seeing my undone eyebrows." I raised them up and down.

"Women." He mutters rolling his eyes. I take that as his answer, and slip on my black boots.

Talking out my phone from my pocket, I google all the hospitals near me. When all the results come up, I internally groan, and pat my jacket to make sure my knife was securely inside, and that anyone walking past wouldn't see it. Not that anyone would be walking around at eleven o'clock at night, but precautions are necessary in these situations. I would know.

I shuddder at the horrible memories.

I walk past the different buildings; their different shapes and structures fascinate me, and then I spot the hospital, and suddenly I lose all interest in them. Wondrous how that works, am I right? A little fun beats walking alongside the muddy streets any day.

When I reach the hospital, I take in the huge buildings. Too bad I knew what a hospital was, if I didn't I would be in awe of the countless lights and it's superiority. I hate hospitals, I've been To way many of them.

I was about to walk in, when I realized.

They wouldn't let me in at this time, damnît.

Think Lira think!

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"$0.98." The guy with the, 'I just had sex' look says. He gives me a strange look probably because of my mask. Then rolls his eyes probably thinking I was one of those stupid kids that having nothing better to do than play truth or dare. I know I would if I was him.

I slam down three dollars from my purse, and run out with the onion I just bought, in my hand. When I get outside, i bite it as hard as I can, and then rip it open. My eyes immediately start watering, but I don't wipe them away. The more tears, the better.

I take off my mask and slip it into the pocket without the knife. For now. Then I stick the onion right into my face, close to my eyes, and start rubbing it on my cheeks. Then I open my jacket and put the spilt onion into each side of my T-shirt. Perfect! I have onion boobs.

Closing my jacket, I look around to see if anyone saw, when all I can find is an old man looking at me, I sigh and go back to the hospital.

I start slapping my cheeks really hard, and pull out some of my hair, before practicing my cry. I take off a shoe for extra measure, and put it in a potted plant by the entrance.

When I do walk in, I go to the receptionist who was a girl that looked young for the job, and had long black hair, brown skin, and brown eyes. She was extremely pretty.