The life of Emma

Chapter One

Hi, I'm Emma. I'm usually the one in the corner hiding from any social interaction. If I don't say anything, please just ignore me, it's better then trying to get me to respond. I have social anxiety so it scares me when I have to talk to someone. I also have severe depression. The only way you can find me in a crowd is by my pink hair. Not the best color when you want to hide from anything that moves. Well anyway, let's get to the story.

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"Fuuuck." I open my eyes and am instantly blinded by the light flowing in through my window. "Why the fuck is it so bright. Jesus!" I sit up letting my brain regester what I'm doing. "Fuck Mondays." I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the light and look in the mirror. There are no words to describe how ugly I look. My hair is knotted, my acne is getting worse, my so called "beauty marks" look shitty, and I look like total crap. I try to brush my hair, but it still looks terrible. I wash my face and look down at my arms. Slowly the scars are healing. So many red marks on my arms. There must be hundreds. Years of cutting will really fuck you up. I do my make up trying to make me look pretty without making me look like a total slut. I walk back to my room and get dressed. A white tee shirt, black jeans, and a black jacket. I put on grey Converse and grab my backpack. I go to the kitchen thinking about eating, but don't do it. My "friends" and doctors say I should eat, but I feel fat and ugly when I do. I would rather starve myself then have someone bully me for being overweight. I walk out my front door and head to school. The 15 minutes it takes to get to school gives me time to think. Not just about how fucked up everything is, but what I'm going to do today. Well, I walk into school unnoticed, then get through school unseen, walk home alone, think more, watch Youtube, do homework, and go to sleep. Well I got my day planned out. I walk in to the front of the school and sit in the corner of the quad. From here I can see all the groups. The jocks, the sluts, the nerds, the creeps, the phycos, the emos, and the ones who just don't fit in anywhere. I'm one of the ones that doesn't fit in anywhere, except in not in a group. Everyday I sit in this corner waiting for the bell to ring. Counting the seconds till I go home. Hoping not to be seen by anyone. Well that didn't work. One of the only people who know my name walked up to me. I want to be her friend, but she could hurt me. One second she could be my friend, then stab me in the back just like all the other people on this fucked up planet.
"Hey Emma! How are you?"
Heather joyfully asked. Damn that girl is happy. I haven't been that happy in years.
"Fine," was all I could say. I could feel my heart sinking. Whenever I talked to people, it felt like my chest was closing and everything was slowing down. It got hard to breathe and my hands would shake. Why couldn't I be normal?
"C'mon, cheer up. How are you wearing a jacket out here. It's like 80 or 90 degrees. Aren't you hot?" I could tell her the truth and say I'm overheating.
"No, I'm fine." I couldn't take off my jacket. Everyone would see my arms, the scars. Heather looked at me kinda worried.
"If you say so. Hey are you busy today? Maybe we could hang out. Wouldn't that be fun?" I didn't want to tell her no and make her sad, but how am I supposed to socialize with people.
"Ok, sure." I quietly agreed.
"Great. We can walk to my house after school. Bye Emma." Heather smiled and waved before she walked away. How is she that nice. Holy shit she's going to kill me with kindness, literally. The bell rang and I stood up. Another day in the life of Emma.

Thanks guys for reading the first chapter. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors. It's late and my brain doesn't work. I'm going to try to keep this a daily thing but I have school and stuff. Um going to try to do at least 2 chapters a week. BTW SPECIAL THANKS TO Rilithil89 FOR BEING A CHARACTER IN THE STORY. Bye guys. <3 <3 <3