Ugh why did I have to wake up. Now I have to get up and face the world. Fuck, its 7:20 I have to get ready. I pulled the black mass that is my blanket off my body. I hate getting out of bed because then I see my legs full of scars and burns leaving no resemblance to normal skin. Swinging open the bathroom door I step toward the mirror and frown at a usual sight. My eye liner is smeared down my face like ash on white blanket. It would've looked fine if I hadn't been crying again last night. Reluctantly I pulled myself in the shower and got washed up for school. As I headed to the beat up piece of shit that is my green and black challenger my mom called out to say good bye. Jeez about a year ago this car was brand new and looked amazing. Then I tried driving off a bridge and totaled it. But with my sweet touch I revived the hunk of metal. I remember that attemp clearly in my head, the memory as fresh as the wounds I bare. I sped to school and got there early enough to eat breakfast at table in the commons. As I enjoyed my sugar filled snack I glanced across the room to see the most beautiful girl. Her name is Alex and she is in my chemistry class. As I stared at her our eyes met and for a moment I felt like everything was going to be okay. Then she broke the stare and I was back to my anxiety filled tendencies.
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Darkest Pit of My Heart
Teen FictionA lonely, depressed, emo/punk kid thinks he will spend the rest of high school alone. Along comes a free spirited alternative girl to change his world forever. Will it be a fairytale ending?
