Cheryl Blossom x Reader

1.

Tears escaped my eyes and slowly rolled down my cheeks, as the flashbacks from the previous months came running back to me. I was so frustrated. So I pulled my arm back that tightly held onto my phone and threw it with all my strength at the wall that stood a few meters away from me. A loud bang echoed through my ears and I could feel my heart start to beat a million beats a minute, feeling as if it would explode any second now. My body trembled and slowly fell to the floor, I wrapped my arms around my body in order to hold it in, but I knew it wasn't going to help.

A quiet knock on my door could be heard through my sobs, I looked up to see my older sister, Charlotte, still in her pyjamas, her eyes were barely open and a loud yawn escaped her mouth. Her light green eyes, which were staring at me, represented our mothers' eyes, though our brother, Ashley's, and mine were the exact replica of my fathers. We each had one thing in our looks that showed a part of our parents. 

Ash and I looked a lot like our mother, though the nose and eyes came from our father, Charlotte was the complete opposite. She stared into my red, puffed up eyes, and fell down beside me, instantly wrapping me in her warmth. I returned the hug, then found the crook in her shoulder and sobbed lightly into it, causing her to hug me tighter. She pulled back, after a while of me just crying into her, and stared straight into my light blue eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, trying to hide the concern, but you could see it all over her face that she was worried. "You can tell anything, you know that, hun?"

I loved when she called me hun, it was my nickname since I was around the age three and it just always stuck, though it had nothing to do with my actual name.

"I just miss him, okay? Everyone thinks that we're alike, that I'll do something like what he did, but I won't!" I half yelled at the end, my anger finally being let out on something apart from my phone. She looked at me with sympathy and gave me one last hug before helping me up and taking me to the bathroom.

"I miss him too, but try not to think of the past. We can't help what happened," she reassured me, and then continued. "Take a shower, wash your hair, get ready for school and I'll drop you off before I go to work, okay?" I nodded and smiled slightly.

My sister hadn't taken me to school in months, her job took up most of her time and when she wasn't working, she was sleeping or hanging out with her friends. She was an assistant for the major, McCoy. She kept her up at all hours of the night and I missed her so much when she was gone. I wish she didn't work all the time, but it gave us money to support us since our dad recently got taken down with Hiram Lodge.

I worked a part time job at Pop's Choc' Lit Shop so I could make some extra cash to afford clothes and extra food for birthdays and friends. Ash was always hanging out with friends so I had to get cash for him. Sometimes, weeks before he has big parties, I would have to work night shifts and would go days without any sleep. Charlotte didn't know this and thought that Ash hated parties, but little did she know, he was one of the popular jocks of the school.

 I, on the other hand, had to lie to my sibling and tell her I actually had friends, but really, I just hung out with my cousin, Archie. For some reason, he let me sit with him and his friends, they seemed nice but I was too shy to talk to them, the only person I would ever talk to is probably Kevin. His gayness is amazing; he's hilarious and just doesn't care about anyone's opinion on him.

I turned on the shower after my sister left the bathroom, locked the door, stripped my clothes off and finally jumped in once the water was warm enough. I stood there, my face being covered by the water, sticking my hair to my forehead. After around twenty minutes, I finished my shower because the warmth was slowly running out. I got out, grabbed the towel and started to dry myself off, wrapping myself in a town and then took the time to look at myself in the mirrors. 

I looked disgusting. I had a thin body, too thin and my long, light brown hair that was messy and stuck to my body. I hated it. I never got the chance to cut it because before mum passed away, she said it was one of her favourite things about me. It gave me confidence and I would play with it when I was nervous or scared.

I looked around my bathroom and quickly came across a large pair of scissors in one of my drawers. I stared at them and without thinking, grabbed them and snipped a large chunk of hair off my head. I could hear the satisfying sound of the scissors cutting through my thick hair; I watched it fall to the ground then stared back at the mirror. My face lit up.