Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
••••Warning••••• This chapter might be too much for some people. If you do get triggered my eating disorder topics please skip Katherine's POV. THANK YOU. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Song: listen before I go Artist: Billie Eilish
Faith's POV:
I woke up to my alarm going off. I got up and turned it off and headed to the restroom. I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. As I waited I took a piss and brushed my teeth. Once I was done I got naked and got in. I took a good fifteen minutes and then I got out. I dried myself with a towel and then I opened up my closet.
I picked this out:
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I put my hair in space buns and wrapped a braid around both of them. I took a few hairs out and applied my makeup. Now that I'm not trying to "blend in" or some would say "hide" I want to dress like myself now......how I would dress if my mom didn't spend my money on liquor.
Thank goodness one of my dad's daughters has some kind of taste. I put on perfume and deodorant, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out the door.
I put in my AirPods that I managed to get with the money my dad gave me. I opened up Spotify and began to play listen before I go by Billie Eilish.
I walked down the hall and I could hear people talking from the boys hallway. I slowly passed the hall and then I heard footsteps running to me.
"Good morning," I heard someone say.
I took off one of the earphones and turned my head. My eyes widened and my face began to heat up. Oh my goodness. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"G...good morning," I said.
"Sleep well?" He asked. I nodded.
"You?" I asked. He shook his head. I tilted my head and frowned. Why not?
"Painting," was all he said. Oh. I nodded my head, showing him I understood.
"You paint?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I'm really bad at it," I smiled.
"Really?" He asked. I nodded.
"I'm barely passing art. The instructor is passing me with a C just for participation," I half smiled.
He smiled and shook his head. We both began to walk to the staircase.
"You should really change that class," he chuckled.
"What do you think I should change it to?" I asked.
He stopped and looked down at me. He shoved his hands in his pocket as if he were....nervous. I noticed a little shade of pink form on the top of his cheeks.
