I look down at my forearms, staring at the beads of red that rest on the raised lines, zig zagging back and fourth across my skin.
*Putt putt putt...phuuuuuuuft*
I watch my Dad drive out onto the road, in his ugly, old, clunker truck, through a crack in the blinds.
It's the same morning routine i've had for the past five years of my life. But today's different.
I run quickly to my Dad's room. A place, any other day, I would do my best to avoid. I grab the cold metal handle and twist it. I look behind me, positive i'm going to be cought. But i'm the only one home.
I shove the door open, feeling a sense of power for the first time in my life. I glance around the room and find exactly what i'm looking for on his bedside table. I grab the small orange cylinder and back out of the room, closing the door behind me.
When I get to my room, I leave the door wide open and blare the radio from my small, ugly alarm clock. Two things i'm never aloud to do. I smirk to myself, wondering what my Dad would do if he could see me now.
I climb into my freshly made bed and lay my head down on my thin pillow. I bring the cylinder up to my face, and twist the cap off. The contents fall into my left hand. I study them. They remind me of marbles. Yeah, thats all they are, I tell myself, blue marbles.
Who am I trying to kid? These 'marbles' are going to take me to a better place, it's not like anyone's going to miss me here.
I bring the pills to my mouth, and tune into the radio, listening to the one last song I will ever hear.
*Hey girl, come on. You got it wrong.
to prove i'm right I put it in a song.
I don't know why, you're being shy,
and turn away when i look into your eyes.
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else.
The way you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed.
You don't know, you don't know you're beautiful.
If only you saw, what i could see,
you'd understand why I want you so desperately,
You don't know, you don't know you're beautiful.
You don't know you're beautiful,
That's what makes you beautiful!
That was What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction...*
The radio announcer rambled on about traffic jams, but i tuned her out.
Five beautiful voices, five beautiful voices I have NEVER heard before, just told me that i'm beautiful, in such a sincere way, that I actually...believe them.
I looked down at my hand and remembered what I was supposed to be doing with the contents of what i was holding. I made a fist around the pills, and sqeezed my eyes shut, as I slowly one by one let the pills drop...back into the container.
A/N SOOOOOOOORRRRY THAT IT'S CRAPPY!! I updated on my phone and I can't bold or italicize :/
I love anyone who reads this!
xx- Mini_Lou
