The Park Bench

Chapter 1

*Zara's p.o.v*

I'm Zara, Zara-Louise Mitchell. Yep. Thats what my parents called me. I don't know if they were high or drunk at the time, or both for that matter. But now I'm stuck with this repulsive name. The name that I will most definitely change, when I am eighteen. If I'm even alive then; I don't know if I'll be able to hold on for much longer you see. I'm breaking at the seams, hanging on by a thread, and one single thing might send me off the edge. Maybe, hopefully, I'll cut just a little too much, or take just too many pills. Then I will die & I will give everybody a break & make everybody's lives, so much easier.

Everybody thinks that I'm the most happiest girl in the world, that my laughs & smiles are real, that I would care if something happened to me. But in reality, my laughs & smiles are fake & frankly, I couldn't give to shits if I got ran over by a car, this exact, precise minute & neither would anybody else.

My mum & dad are always to busy with their work, too busy to even just take a few seconds out of their day to ask me a simple question, not even "how was school today" or "how are you?". My cook, Rita, has been like a mother to me & has treated me like her very own. I know what you're thinking, "she has a cook? She must be rich!" Yeah, well my parents are anyway, but that doesn't affect my life, I'm basically not even apart of this family anyway. My friends, they've never really seen the real me, they just see the happy smiley one, the one that is always there for everybody. The sympathetic one, who always gets treated like a door mat, who everybody walks over. I guess you could say I'm pretty popular, but theres nothing special about me. I have brown, horrible, curly hair & brown, plain, ugly, eyes.

I guess nobody's seen the pain in my eyes because I've had so long to perfect it. I had perfected the fake smile by the time I was 13 & by the time I was 14, the self harm had begun, thats when the depression had struck me & it had struck me hard.