Lost Girl

Chapter 1

~I'm an iceberg~

"How's my pretty girl," she said.

~There's so much more than your eyes can't see~

"I don't wanna be here, "I said.

~Two girls walk into a party~

"I know. Hey, let's go sit underneath that tree over there," she said.

~The one that gets noticed isn't me~

"No matter where you go. No matter how tough it's gonna be. No matter the struggles in life you'll come across. I want you to know I'll always be with you, okay. I love you, Emily, she said.

~I'm holding on~

"I love you too," I say out loud.

I open my eyes. That is stuck closed with invisible glue and tears trailing on the sides of my face.

I grab my locket. It has a photo of my mother when she was younger. She died when I was young, I didn't understand it I just thought she was sick.

~But it all is starting to blur like a dream~

I pull the earbuds out of my ears. The music blaring out of the earbuds when I take them out. I tug on the earbuds till I reach my phone, I reach my shattered phone that's been cracked from my clumsiness and "accidents". I go through my phone, nobody has texted me.

Like anybody would ever want to.

I check the time. It's 6:48 a.m, I need to get ready for school. If I miss the bus again.

No, I will not miss the bus, I can't.

I get up, I lay right back down. Every part of me feels sore. 

 I slowly get up, pushing myself to get up.

 I look up into my vanity and see a bruise all over my arms and my face.

 I slowly lift my hand to touch my head and immediately put it back down a sharp pain erupted throughout my entire head. 

~Come on I gotta get up

I slowly get up and look at my entire body in the vanity and see that there is a really dark purple/blue bruise on my sides.

 I walk over to my clothes in my closet and slowly and painfully I put on my clothes. 

I chose black pantyhose with shorts over them and black shorts with a white t-shirt with an American Eagle symbol and a red leather jacket over it and a black beanie. 

 Accidentally touching my head, which brings a tear out of my eyes and I give a little welp. I walk back to my vanity and look at the bruises that are poking out of my clothes. I get my makeup and start covering up before its not noticeable.

 I've done this for so long that I'm running out of concealer. I lean down slowly and get my backpack, there's no point in bringing it I don't do anything with it.

 I walk out of my room and shut the door behind me slowly, so it doesn't click and wake them up.

 I can't disturb them.

 I leave the house and lock it and wait in the driveway. I pull my phone out of my pocket and start swiping through my songs until I choose the one I like. I choose the song Stay by Post Malone (XO Trap Remix) Cover.

~It's true~

The music begins to start playing. I plug my earplugs and turn it up all the way to block out everything.

~Fuck off and pour another drink~

Do not disobey

My head starts hurting more

I'm going to need a painkiller once I go to school.

~You put your cigarette out on my face so beautiful, please, woman~

If she was here, I wouldn't have to deal with it. I won't have to deal with it. I can't take this anymore. I don't see any point in being here.

~Don't break your back for me~

My head hurts my body aches. It's hard to even breathe.

Maybe I should just stop breathing altogether

 I hear the bus turning the corner on my street.

~I'll put you out of your misery~

The bus pulls up in front of me and opens the door. I see a reflection of me in the doors before it opens and I look perfectly normal. 

Good, nobody will notice.

I breathe in the bus air.

Time Limit: 8 hours of freedom