To Love A Monster

Yes.

Wynter's P.O.V.

I sighed and looked at myself depressingly in the mirror.

Fake.

Fake.

Everything about me said fake.

I shook my head and looked in the mirror.

I wanna change my appearance.

I can't take my face.

My hair.

Why don't I just cut it all out.

Perfect...

Oh jeez, I'm having a mental breakdown.

I muttered to myself and grabbed my hair dye.

I think I'll dye my hair...purple.

So I got through the painful process of bleaching and dying.

As I was waiting, I decided to sit in my room and read a little.

A little romance can't hurt right?

I wish I was in a fairytale.

But no I can't.

I mean...It's not like I don't like being popular.

I can't stand the attention and fake friends.

Everything's smothering me.

It's hell.

But really, enough exaggeration and shit.

I sighed and got my new hair ready....

After that, I decided to sneak out.

After all my parent's won't notice or care.

So I walked along town, trying to find my way to..anywhere I guess.

God, I'm an idiot.