Unmasked

Chapter 4

I looked at the drawings I had just drawn, and smiled to myself. I have been drawing since I was 9, so at the age of 14 you could say I was pretty good at it.

My favorite things to draw would be anything Tim Burton. Whatever was in his style, I'd draw it.

Coraline was a personal favorite.

I slowly stood up, and stretched. I pulled up my hoodie, and looked down at my new and old bruises. Some marks on my stomach would scar, and be there forever. It'll be a reminder every day, just how shitty my life is.

My stomach wasn't in as much pain, so I figured they weren't broken. I'm sure if they were, I'd be walking like a penguin right now.

I sighed and walked over to my small closet that consists of, 5 hoodies and 2 t-shirts. I grabbed a pine tree green colored sweat shirt, and a solid black pair of leggings, and walked into the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes until I was left in just my bra and underwear. I continuing staring in the mirror when I took out my ponytail, letting my dark brown hair that faded into a medium blonde down.

My hair went a little bit under my chest, I had to cut my own hair since my 'mom' won't make me any appointments. I didn't cut much, I didn't trust myself with scissors so I just trimmed it.

It really didn't turn out bad, so I guess I was pretty proud.

I stared into my reflection, and lifted my arm tracing up and down my shoulder to elbow. It was filled with cuts, cuts that I made myself when the voices got too loud.

Cuts I made when I listened to the voices in my head and believed them.

I still believe them.

I let my arm fall to my side, and then rolled my eyes at my reflection.

Pathetic.

Weak.

Disgusting.

Freak.

Mistake.

I turned away, unable to look at what I saw in the mirror anymore. The voices are right.

God, I sound crazy.

I stripped off fully, and walked in the shower. The water was cold, as always. We don't have enough money to pay for warm water, besides- taking a cold shower can wake you up more.

I quickly conditioned my hair, and washed my body. I didn't want to spend too much time in here, the water bill is already too high and I still needed to make them breakfast.

I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, and hair.

I put on my undergarments, then the hoodie and leggings. I took the towel out of my hair, then flung my hair around in an attempt to dry it off. I let out a little giggle at my childish ways.

I then brush my hair and teeth, before applying a small amount of makeup on. Some of the makeup is mandatory, so people don't ask questions. And it also doesn't hurt to put on a little mascara to make your eyelashes longer, does it?

I walk out of the bathroom now freshened up and I grab my sketchbook. I stuff it in my book bag downstairs, and head to the kitchen.

I haven't heard anyone at all this morning, which is strange. It's 6:05, and they're normally home at 5 am, when going out to the bar, or club. I don't even know.

I still decide to make them breakfast, I wouldn't want to risk it for later.

I look in the freezer to find anything to cook but of course, there is nothing.

I sigh, oh well.

Not really, I don't give a fuck.

I walk towards the door of my house, pick up my book bag and put on my shoes and start my walk for school.

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It's finally third block, all I can do is stare at the clock (that rimes haha) Sometimes making the clicking noises with my tongue to match the clocks noise. History is boring as hell.

I tap my pencil on the desk over and over, kinda hoping to annoy someone.

"Quinn" my teacher addresses me. I look up from my history homework that's completely done. I'm pretty good at history, all right?

I look around the room, still tapping the pencil on my desk. "Hm?" I shrug my shoulders, telling him to continue.

"Would you please stop tapping your pencil. Your distracting other students from their work." He points out to me, like I didn't already know.

"I know, don't care." I simply reply back to him, looking back down at my paper, and start doodling.

"I do not appreciate this attitude Mrs. Miller, you better cut it out right now." He says sternly, trying to be intimidating.

"Or what?" I smirk. I hear a few chuckles coming around the classroom, and smile just a bit bigger.

"Or I'll-" he started but was cut off by a loud noise from the hallway. All heads snapped in that direction, everyone's faces grew pale and everyone's eyes popped out of their sockets.

A gun shot.