I'm Not A Bad Person|Eyeless Jack

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Trigger warning! Mentions of self harm and abuse. If you need help don't be afraid to reach out! Y'all can talk to me. My inbox is always open for you all!

Y/n: your name
Y/n/n: your nickname

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"Y/n get in here!" I hear my mother yell. My sister just finished putting my short black hair into small curls.

"You look so pretty Y/n/n." My sister says with a smile.

I stand up and walk to the living room with my red heels in hand. I see my mom with a long skinny cigarette in her hand.

I hardly look like my mom. My mom has long ginger hair. It's always curly. Just like mine. That's the only way you can tell we're related.

"Get in your little dress now!" She spat at me. I sigh softly.

"Yes mommy." I force a smile. She takes her cig and forces it to my neck.

"You better make mommy proud today." She throws the cigarette into the ash tray and gets into the car and waits for me.

"I'm sorry Y/n/n." My sister says as she cleans the mark now turning red on my neck. She's like the mom I need. She loves me and helps me with homework.

She grabs the dress and puts my shoes on. She kisses my forehead and helps me to the car.

"Bye y/n/n! Have a good day at the pageant." She waves and walks back into the house to do her chores.

She never gets a break.

Mom is too lazy,
Dad is gone.
Gone as in 6 ft under.
Brother is fighting in a war,
And I'm just the pretty face of the group.

I don't go to school, I draw all day and win my mom money. I never throw fits like those kids on tv. In fact, I hardly speak. I only speak when spoken to. That's the only way I communicate with others.

I look down at my heels and get prepared to put on a big smile.

"You ready?" My mom asks in a very monotone voice.

"Yup!" I giggle. I swear I almost saw her smile. I open the door of the van and walk into the building just be surrounded by screaming children. God I never want to be a mom...

"Let's go!" She pulls my hair and walks me to a section with a few other moms. I sit down and am suddenly swarmed by other teenagers.

"You ready, Y/n/n?!" The tall blond says in a very squeaky voice. Makes me wanna commit death...I don't respond. I stand up and walk towards a young girl holding onto a teddy bear.

"Hey sweetie. What's your name?" I ask.

"S-Sally." She whispers. She adorable. She has long brown hair and is in a white dress. (Her dress is actually white not pink!)

"Y/n who are you talking to!" My mom screams. Everyone stops and stares at me and my mom.

I turn but don't see sally anywhere.

"No one! Sorry, I just saw a napkin and went to throw it away- I need to wash my hands now." I say quickly. She nods and turns back to her group of Karen's who drink wine all the god damn time. I see the Karen's daughters snickering and point at me.

I look down and walk to the bathroom trying not to cry.

The second I get into the bathroom I lock the door and walk over to each and every stall. Peaking under to see if anyone is here, I need to be alone. Once the coast is clear I open a stall and close it. As I sit on the toilet I pull on my dress and pull down the stockings. I grab a small blade I keep with me, I keep it protected and in my show. I drag the small blade across my skin softly, I don't want them to scar. The cuts not big enough for anyone to notice, and they're not deep enough to bleed profusely. Just enough to feel alive.

I look to the mirror and see the mascara run down my face. "Y/n why are you crying?" I hear a voice say.

"I'm depressed what do you expect?" I laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If anything my sister has it worse." I sigh and wipe a tear that is freshly falling down my cheek.

I touch up my makeup and turn around to see Sally.

"Follow me!" She giggles.

"Why?" I say in almost a whisper.

"Because I want to bring you somewhere nice. You can trust me. There is someone who can help you!" She says with the biggest grin. I nod and follow her towards the doors. I make sure to not get seen by anyone I know. I don't want my mom to see me this way.

"Wait, can we stop at my house so I can change and get clothes?" I whisper a little.

"Sure, just make it quick." She smiles.

"Hold on, how will we get to my house?" I whisper.

"Well how did you get here?"

"Car- you want me to steal my moms car?" I shriek.

"Yes, now be quiet!" She demands. She a little scary when she's mad. "And beside, I have the keys."

"I don't know how to drive."

"Well how old are you?" She crosses her arms hugging her teddy.

"I'm 17." I frown. 17 and am still in beauty pageants. Pathetic. What a fucked up system I'm apart of.

"Well your gonna learn today!" She grabs my hand and pushes me into the car. I sigh and start up the car and start to 'drive'. By that I mean figure out how to start the car and when I do not know how to go or stop... I'll be fucking lucky if ever make it home or see my sister again...

I hope I don't kill me or Sally.