Cough Syrup

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So it begins,

As things usually do, I could say once upon a time to seem less real but I apologize as it is not, maybe if I start in the middle of the beginning but that may put you off the story. Either way if you have read this far then, I congratulate you.

I had fairy lights strung around my room, just because I was usually to lazy to walk to switch on the main light, they comforted me in a way which couldn't be described other than 'home'

I didn't really know what that meant anymore, usually my days were very repetitive, I wake up, smile, walk to school and contemplate death more than I listen in my school. I wasn't really a necessity to anyone, usually just me and then the people who are suppose to care about me. They care for me like a gardener would care for a weed, even if I was an odd form of flower they didn't notice - more they didn't care - but I don't know what to tell you anymore, I have no romance in my life, I have no friends, I have no happiness, I have no-one and nothing in this life so what would be the point of being here anymore...

The thoughts people can have at 00:41 are very scary. If I'm left alone with my own mind I don't know if I'll be sane the next morning.

I stand up from the duffle covered bed and towards the mirror staring at the reflection, her tired eyes sulked and nearly dropped down fully, the dark circles under then didn't help much, her brown nearly black hair covered most of her face, various strands falling down in front of her nose while a chubby hand brushes them away.

I take a closer look at the girl in the mirror, she was me, but at the same time she wasn't.