Death is a Dream

Part 3: School sucks

I slowly opened my eyes and was met with the sunshine coming from the window. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and if I didn't know my own face I would think it was a corpse, the one standing before me. I did indeed look like shit, if a corpse and a skeleton had a baby I would be the result. You would never expect someone as beautiful as my mother to have given birth to this monstrosity.

I got into the shower and let the cold water hit my back like bullets. When I feel the water go through my body it feels like things can be washed away so easily, like issues and sorrows. It feels like I can be reborn into someone who is actually...pretty and has no mental issues like I do. But then when I come out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror reality hits me like a ton of bricks, and nothing has changed at all. My imperfections are still there. My curly thick hair is still the same, my brown eyes are not like my mothers, my caramel skin is not covered in freckles  and has no sign of any kind of blush in my cheeks, instead I am cover in scars, I look so skinny that I look sick...well I am sick. After looking at myself with disgust in the mirror I finally went out of the trance when I heard a knock on the door.

"Excuse my dear, is everything alright?"

I quickly snap out of my thoughts and responded quickly before she thought there was something wrong

"mmm, yeah everything is alright I'll be out soon"

"Alright dear, breakfast will be served in the kitchen when you come out and get ready."

"um, Tha-mm.ok thanks" I fucking hate when I talk like a 2 year old

I took the towel and tried to semi dry hair enough to not soak everything in my way.

Once I got change I went down the stares to the kitchen to find a breakfast that seemed to be the most appetizing food I have ver seen in a while. My mom would never really cook, it was always an apple for breakfast, school food for lunch and deliver for dinner. As much as  exquisite this food seemed a knot formed in my stomach making be unable to even swallow a thing. This food seemed so good and it would be a pity if someone as unworthy and shitty as me ate this. And anyway if I eat this I will just become fatter and people will have more reasons to not see me. I will be more disgusting than what I already am. I don't deserve this, I am not worth anything good.  This is too good to be mi-

"Everything alright? Don't you like the food? if you want I can't cook something else."

"OH NO. I'm sorry I mean...it looks so good but I don't think I am really hungry...sorry"

"Don't be sorry honey..I get it. At least eat the fruit you need strength for your first day at school."

"mmm...sure, why not"

You fat whore. At least don't eat too much, if you actually want  someone to actually like you...never mind fuck it you will die alone. The whole  time I ate it was full with an awkward silence between my aunt and me as I slowly chew the apple in my mouth. I feel so bad for her, she could be living her peaceful life right now instead of dealing with a teenager. Why wasn't me the one in that damn accident...

"Sooo, I wanted to inform you that I talked with the school already to make sure your day would be as smooth as possible without any type of trouble."

"Meaning?"

"The principal and the school counselor are aware of...your...situation....They will be making sure to help you as much as they can. They will explain you better in person once you get there."

"oh...thanks?"

The tension and awkwardness was so thick I could cut it with some scissors. 

"I will be also driving you to school to make sure everything goes alright as planed with the school."