I Cant Do This Anymore...

How It All Began.

Drip...Drip. The sound of water rushing through the tap the young girls hands would be flushed through with the cold water that came flooding out into the bathrooms sink. Her hands softly lifted up to her face, wiping her pale complexion with her damp hands, her icy blue eyes slowly met with the small mirror that was placed above the sink. "Morning..." The girl softly muttered, a groan passing through her soft chapped pink lips, the young girl spun on her heels and headed towards the door of the bathroom, reaching for the handle and wobbling it a few times, her head peered around the wooden door and her eyes peered down the hallway, the cold breath of air that swirled in from the windows smacking her face almost immediately, sent a shiver down the girls spine. 

Waking up at six in the morning made the youngster sick to the stomach. She hardly ever slept due to non stop anxiety and insomnia. The girl made her way to her bedroom, opening the door her frail hands would glide through her jet black hair as her body would groggily shuffle along, her feet lazily gliding across the ground she would take a seat upon her bed and lay back, her head facing the ceiling above her, her mind soon turned blank.

Crap. Have i forgotten to revise? The sound of faint footsteps made her head softly turn to face her half open door, her heart skipping a beat from shock, her mom soon peered around the door, and gave her a cold stern stare, before closing the door discretely. What? What have I done now? She questioned herself, her hands tapping up and down her chest gently, her eyes shut and her mind soon had shut itself off... (Editing.)