Bliss's POV.
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"Bliss, you need to get your fucking act together! I don't want you to end up like me." Christian said as I sat on my bed.
"You don't control my life Christian!" I said standing up and stormed towards my door and ran down stairs.
"I'm not trying to control your life stupid! I'm trying to put you on the right track!" He yelled.
"Guys stop fighting already! Whats going on between you two lately!" My mom said stepping in between us.
"Fuck you Chris! I fucking hate you! Just, just, just go die already!" I ran back to my room and slammed the door.
"Bliss Storm!" I heard my mom yell from down stairs.
I shoved my face into my pillow and started screaming.
I heard a knock at my door and then it opening.
"B, you didn't mean what you said-" Christian said softly and walked over and put his hand on my back.
"Yes I did! Get the fuck out of my room!" I said pushing him away.
He gave me a hurt look and lightly nodded.
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My alarm went off, waking me up for school and I sighed and shut it off.
I got out of my bed and walked in front of my mirror and brushed my hair.
I put some eyeliner and mascara on and put on some ripped up black skinny jeans and a black and white striped tight crop top and put on my over sized cardigan.
I grabbed my phone and my bag and through it over my shoulder.
I ran down stairs and grabbed me a coffee out of the fridge.
"I'm leaving mom." I said. I looked over to where she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee from her mug.
She completely ignored me and continued drinking her coffee.
I rolled my eyes and walked out the door.
As I was walking school I decided not to go so I don't have to deal with the shit people give me and turned the way to the beach that me and my brother would go to when our parents were fighting and sometimes just to hang out and talk.
I walked over to a big boulder and through my bag to the side and sat down and watched out into the water.
It was honestly relaxing to me. It numbed the pain for the time being.
I grabbed my headphones from my bag and plugged them into my phone and played 'Plastic Taste' by Joji.
I closed my eyes and took in the light breeze and the sun shining on me.
This reminded me of the good times. The times where I was actually happy, with my brother. I used to come here and tell him what was going on inside my head. We told each other everything. He helped me stop my bad habits. We cried together, we laughed together. Now I don't have anyone to cry or laugh with.
And it's all my fault.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
I wiped it away and sniffled. I grabbed my bag and laid down on it.
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