*trigger warning* This story contains topics such as self harm and abuse.
Sorry shitty chapter. . .but it gets interesting next chapter.
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Mara's POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. It's 6:45. Ugh, why do we need to be awake this early? I pull myself out of bed and into my bathroom, which is connected to my room. I start the shower and feel the warm water tingling on my skin. Ah, it feels really nice. I wish I could just stay in here forever.
Then I snap back to reality and realize that I'm just the quiet, lonely girl in my school that no one really pays attention to. That is, except Kaitlyn and her awful clique, which consists of Kaitlyn, Rachel, and Autumn. They aren't the most popular girls in school, but they are the most popular in my grade, which is Sophomore.
I get out and throw on a plain black tee shirt, a red and black plaid flannel over it, dark blue skinny jeans, and my brand new gray Vans. I blow dry and straighten my light ashy brown hair, run downstairs, and look around. I see that my mom went to work already so it's just me in the house; I'm an only child.
I see some leftover oatmeal cookies from last night and take one. This is a good enough breakfast I think. I laugh at how ridiculous I sound. I should really eat healthier but I'll try another day.
I get back in my car (which I got because I turned 16 in June) and turn on the radio. Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots is playing. I leave the song on since it's catchy and start singing along to it.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
By the time the song is over, I'm at school. Oh god, another year at this school.
I look in the little car mirror. I look somewhat presentable. My deep blue eyes are sparkling from the sunlight. My ashy hair, thick and perfectly straight like it usually is. I look the same as I always do. Only this time, I think I look a bit older.
I open my car door and get out. Well, here goes nothing.
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Teen Fictionmara would never hurt anyone, except for herself. life is too much; she wants to end it all. but will someone or something be able to change her mind? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~also, trigger...
