Bulletproof

Chapter 1

"We justify our scars to preserve our love for the person holding the knife."
-Larayia

"Ugh," I groan, rolling over. "why do I have to get up today, I want to just go to bed and never wake up."

"Adalyn, Mom wants you downstairs in 5 minutes," Abbey, my younger sister, says through my bedroom door.

When I don't reply, she knocks on the door and since it's not locked, she walks in.

"Go away Abbey, I don't want to see you," I groan, smashing my face against the pillow.

She doesn't react to my words, but instead pokes me through the blankets playfully. You see, that's the difference between Abbey and I. Sometimes I don't even understand how we are related. Abbey is who everybody wants her to be; smart, pretty, strong, confident. All the things I'm not; ugly, worthless, and definitely not strong. You see the difference?

"Adalyn, you have to wake up, Mom's going to be mad," she says impatiently.

"Shut up, Abbey do you think I care? My whole life's messed up, do you really think it makes a difference whether she's mad or not?" I mutter. "Dad's gone, and Mom's basically gone too."

I stand up and push past her, heading to the bathroom. She walks out of my room and back downstairs, probably to tattle. I sigh, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"Ugly piece of trash," I mumble, washing my face and putting some makeup on.

After I'm done with my makeup, I brush my hair and throw it up in a bun. Honestly, I don't really care anymore. Before heading downstairs I walk to my room and grab a hoodie, leggings, and  some uggs, getting dressed.

"Adalyn!" I hear Mom yell from the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm coming, just give me a couple minutes!" I shout, trying to unclasp my necklace.

The necklace was a gift from my grandma, and it's a beautiful pinky ring. She told me it was hers growing up, and I wear it all the time. I grab my phone and bag, heading downstairs.

"Good morning," I say to my mother.

She doesn't reply, and just continues to make breakfast.

I seriously ruin everything, I swear.

I feel this burning sensation in my wrists, and I immediately sigh.

Why every morning must this happen?

"Here you go," Mom says, placing a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon in front of me.

I sigh again. I don't want to eat, and I don't deserve to.

"Thanks," I reply, quickly shoving the food down my throat and swallowing.

I bring my plate over to the dishwasher and place it in rapidly, so that my mom doesn't see the leftover food remains.

"Alright, have a nice day at school," she says, walking out of the kitchen.

"Okay, thanks," I reply, not really understanding the point.

I'm obviously not going to have a good day, so why bother telling me to?
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Hi lovelies! Happy New Year! This is the book I've been talking about, and I hope you guys like it so far! The chapters might not be very long now, but they'll get longer as time progresses. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
XO,
Mackenzie