Mirrors. They're my biggest enemy.
They don't lie. They don't conceal the truth. They just show it all to you, flat out and straight. With no filters to hide what's actually staring back at you when you really look at yourself.
I've always been quite plain. Brown hair, pale skin, a few freckles here and there and big dark blue eyes. But with the very colorful bruise on my neck I stopped looking ordinary.
Now I know people at school won't be able to tear their eyes away from me.
The bruise my father left me last night was big and varied in color. It was extremely noticeable, a mixture of purple, blue and red and it stood out like an elephant in a room full of people. I tried hiding it, I used as much foundation as I had in my tiny makeup bag and it would make the color fade slightly but it still showed.
It was still there. I could not get rid of it.
I groan running my hand through my hair and staring aggressively at my reflection. Why did he have to give me a bruise there. The marks on my arms were easy to conceal, never noticeable. But with this huge bruise I'd need a turtleneck.
And no one wears turtlenecks to school. It's not that chilly yet, plus all of my classes are indoors today. But hopefully no one comments on it. Sam and Noelle are clueless, they probably won't even notice.
I make it to school and Noelle is the first person I see. She's happy and bubble today, but then again she's always happy and bubbly and when she smiles at me I don't return the favor. I'm just not feeling up for pretending today. It's too exhausting and it's worn me out.
'Interesting fashion choice.' Noelle comments looking me up and down. Of course, the first thing she does is notice my turtleneck. God I should have known how much Noelle values my clothing choices.
She wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up. So I try to get myself out of this situation. 'Yeah, it's getting cold lately, plus I'm extremely sick.' I lie. And as I do so I start to wonder if I can even count on my fingers how many times I've lied to Noelle. She's always so honest with me, so see through.
I'm positive that not one word that has ever come out of her mouth has been dishonest. Whereas, I'm such a horrible friend to her that I can't tell her one truthful thing ever.
'You're sick? What is it the flu?' She asks.
'No it's just a cold. Not a big deal.' And she lets me be. She doesn't comment on it, doesn't dig into it. She believes me and it kind of disappoints me. We go to first period together and Sam's there. He doesn't comment on my turtleneck, he doesn't care. And I'm very thankful.
If it's just a stupid turtleneck then why am I so paranoid they'll find out about it?
Throughout history class I'm extremely fidgety. I just can't keep my cool. I'm not thinking straight, not focusing on the lesson or the teacher speaking. My mind goes back to the events of last night and I start to feel the walls closing in on me.
Now I'm alone, there's no one in the classroom, it's just me and the teacher, and I notice that his back is turned towards me as he writes on the board. He finally stops writing and moves away so the letters on the board are on display for me to see.
One day, you're going to be dead too.
My eyebrows furrow as I reread the words on the board, trying to make sense of them. My heartbeat increases rapidly as I look at the teacher and I realize that it isn't my history teacher that's staring at me, it's my father. His blonde hair, his light blue eyes, his terrifying face.
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Falling ♡ Timothée Chalamet
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