Meet Raven, A 17 year old girl with Raven black hair.
Alone and living a horrifying life with a drug addict as a mother
but when she decides to end it. Fate makes her cross paths with a boy named Elijah,
And life isn't fair to him either but he mak...
Elijah softly holds my hand and directs me inside the big shop called "breakout"
"um, ill pick out outfits for you and you should go try them on okay? So, we'll know how it looks on you" he says softly, making sure I'm okay with trying the picked outfits on. "yes, I can do that" I reply back instead of nodding my head to everything he says.
Elijah makes me sift down on a big sofa inside the shop and picks out a lot of outfits there. It seems that the workers there know him and are making sure that he is having no problem in doing whatever he's doing. After a few minutes he comes back to me and says "there's the trying room" pointing towards a small room at the back of shop. I take the outfits out of his hand and walk towards the trying room. This feels so out of world.
Two days back I wasn't even imaging being alive and now I'm trying on clothes. In fact, I never try my clothes on, if I like something I just buy and will wear it when I need it. I am in fact truly bizarre.
Stepping into the trying room. I look around for locks and lock the door to make sure no one opens it when I'm half naked. I put down the outfits and start taking off my clothes.
After I'm done, I look at me body and see the scars and bruises caused by someone I love and myself. I notice that my ribs are visible. I'm overly slim, that's something I couldn't come over, my shoulders are boney. I'm not even pretty. I hate my hair, my eyes and everything related to me. I hate myself and I don't know how to stop doing that.
Not wanting to see my body, a body that can't be loved. I start putting the outfits he chose for me on, one by one.
The first one is a creamed color sweatshirt with brown tights. I always loved sweatshirt. They are so comfortable. I put them on without noticing myself in the mirror. Without glancing in the mirror to know how I look I step out and look for Elijah.
That's why try out clothes right? To see if everyone else likes them. I think.
Elijah notices me and comes to the spot In front of the trying room. He shifts his focus on me and stops for a good long minute. It feels like he's taking in ever little detail about me and my outfit. The way he's looking at me makes me feel insecure, he's not saying a word.
Do I look that bad?
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ELIJAH'S THOUGHTS:
"OH MY GOD, she looks so freaking pretty. That color looks so nice on her. Her body looks so fragile in this outfit. I have to say something. What do I say? I have never done this. I don't know how to handle this situation. This is just the first time I am finding a girl this pretty. Am I crazy? Do all the girls look this pretty in sweatshirts? Why the hell am I not thinking straight?"
"um... it looks nice. We are buying this. Okay next outfit." He says with red cheeks. Wait, is he blushing? I don't know so I go back inside and look at myself. This outfit does look pretty. So, he wasn't just keeping my heart. But its still my first time seeing him like this.
