I got up and ruffled my hair. I opened my phone and entered the password pattern that had become like a reflex to my long fingers which looked like creepy spider legs. I went into the setting of my phone as I edited the sound setting and adjusted the bass boost even higher. I closed my eyes as I walked to the bathroom my hand trailing along the cold wall, it was a bad habit. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights even with the normal sting that lingered in my eyes after crying it still hurt turning on a light.
With my eyes still closed I felt around the faucet for the cold knob and quickly turned it was the loud blare of rushing water blasted a little through my music. I took a deep breath and put my phone in my pocket as to not get it wet. I wet my hands and splashed my face as if a burst of sharp cold air hit me bringing back what little sanity I had left in this world. I sighed and wet my hands more as they turned from warm hands from the heat of my phone being constantly used to almost ice cold river temperature.
Once I started to lose feeling in them I brought my cold hands to my eyes that were still slightly stinging from crying again. I kept it there for around five seconds and then splashed more water on my face. I opened my eyes although it took some time for my eyes to readjust to the light the stinging became lower and my eyes weren't red. The thing that makes music is that normally we focus on it but more times then not we tune it out as if hearing a sweet melody to calm us and keep us safe would always be playing.
I felt my phone buzz as the sirens of distant ambulances blared past doing something productive. New message from mom. I tapped onto the message 'Hey hon can you open the door I forgot my keys.' I sighed at least I was on time I texted back a quick 'ok' to her.
I turned off my music right as I did a feeling of dread and misery quickly enveloped me. I quickly wiped my face and put on a fake smile as I unlocked my door. Wanna see my second mask?
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A.N: Sorry if this chapter is shorter then the others I was a klutz and made my finger bleed so it's currently has a band-aid and its uncomfortable as crap to write on a keyboard.
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The Town of Mli
Dla nastolatkówA depressed young girl uses writing as an escape as her utopia. In it, she writes about a fictional town called Mli. Everything is perfect in the town so she pretends it's real. The story will continue to changes her life adjusts and as she moves on...
