discovered [m.c]

06

WOW I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER IM SORRY GUYS I SUCK

(p.s this update took like 3 days bc I kept getting distracted by videos of niall wow bye)

[scarlett]

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I wake up on my bed, my head resting on my pillow which is wet with tears. Memories from the previous night come flooding back, and then I feel like I'm going to start crying again.

When I stand from the bed, I immediately lie back down. I'm tired, I'm dizzy, and I just don't feel like doing anything, or going anywhere today.

I look at the clock on my nightstand and it reads '5:15'. There is no light coming from my window, which I guess I didn't even seem to notice before.

I lay back down and try to go back to sleep, but I never do. I've always had trouble sleeping, and stress never helps with that.

I end up turning on my tv and luckily there is a marathon of Friends on. Why there is a Friends marathon on at 5 in morning, I might never know, but it doesn't look like I'll be sleeping anytime soon.

I feel like somehow, no matter what I do, I always end up in situations like this. I am horrible in making new friends, and starting new relationships. So I have no clue to whether it was my fault Michael blew me off, or if he is just back to his usual jerk self.

I usually just blame myself when things like this happen, because most of the time it is my fault. I mess everything up, and I'm just a screw up.

After around 4 episodes of Friends, the sunlight begins to peak through my window. I finally stand up from my bed, which has basically been my only friend in the past 24 hours.

I go into my bathroom, and sigh. I didn't take off my makeup last night so I look like a raccoon/toddler who tried makeup for the first time. I wash my face, to get it all of it off, and brush my hair. I pull it into a ponytail because I'm not really in the mood to deal with it today.

I walk downstairs passing my brothers room, and from the loud sound escaping it, it appears that he's playing a video game, a rather violent one too. Who knows how long he's been up playing it, probably all night.

I reach the bottom of my stairs, and my mother is in the kitchen making breakfast. I smile at the smell of pancakes.

"Good morning," she says.

"It's not really good, but morning," I sigh, laying down on the couch.

I hear her shuffling over to my present spot on the couch, and she sits down beside me.

"What happened?" She says in her usual, 'I'm the mom so I know all the answers' voice.

"Oh you know, getting blown off as usual," I say.

A look of disbelief flashes across her face, for a second I honestly think she doesn't believe me, considering the face she's making.

"Michael blew you off?" She asks still, with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Yep, sadly he did,"

"But, he seemed so nice... And his mother is one of the kindest people I've ever met, why would he do that?" She asks.

I shrug my shoulders, eager for this conversation to come to an end. I look at my mother, and she has a very hard expression plastered on her face now, like she's thinking about something very deeply.

"Hmm." She says and stands from the couch. She goes over to the phone, and while she's walking over there I hear her mumble something along the lines of, 'You can never trust the boys with piercings... I warned her."