Blood dripping down her wrists, crawling towards the plug as it slowly disappeared yet still remained a scar. The faint echo of her mums voice rang in her ears but she continued to stare into the mirror as the river ran down to her fingertips, which where already stained with previous attempts.
The echo became a sudden booming voice as Allie turned around, hoping her mum wasn't at the doorframe as the blood continued to dance on her skin. Luckily, her mum never usually had her attention set on her, she was the oldest, the prodigy child- in no need of help.
Allie cleaned away the blood and stuck plasters on the wounds as if it had become a habit. As she made her way to school, she continued to debate whether the result of her life was worth the pain of living. She had multiple friends, good grade and a family of sorts, yet the dark secret she held growing inside her outweighed all the good. It was like a disease constantly poisoning each cell in her body until soon it would escape.
This secret was one that could be solved in 2 simple words but yet follows and explanation and judgement from those around you. Allie had watched all the movies where they tell everyone and you find out there was nothing to worry about and everyone supports her in the end. The director of those films should see the shitty lives teenagers live today- surrounded by a cloud of thunder- stabbing each other in the back (also know as gossip). Fucking gossip. The gossip is the problem.
I'm bisexual. I've been in the closet for years and each time i try to step out of the bubble, causing my isolation, someone makes a homophobic joke or says "that's so gay" and my foot retracts back and the bubble goes back up Those who never experience the burden of this secret don't realise the difference saying two words will make to your whole life- the way your parent, friends and teachers view you and any choice you make. Sometimes people walk on eggshells around you, thinking any move they make would be extremely offensive.
I arrive at school and see my usual friends leant against the wall talking about random shit that would make no sense to a stranger walking past; to be truthful most of us are high half the time. I don't usually get high at school because instead of breezing through i use school work and revision to distract myself from the real truth eating me away.
9.00am. I turn around to see her. Her beauty, her smile, her jet black eyes. Every morning i see the girl who made my world turn; she didn't even know me and i've never spoke to her but i've never looked at a girl or boy the way i see her. I tried to figure whether she was into girls but you could never be 100% sure you were making the correct assumption. I still don't have the guts to come out to a girl who doesn't even know my name.
