Silence.
It's all I could hear.
I was drowned in my own thoughts.
My screams were no where to be heard, I was as good as dead. I lay them out, all across my bed, the pills. I could name them all with my eyes closed.
Depression
Sleeping pills
Bipolar
And more...
They messed my life up, you know, bullies.
Even if I tried to stand up to them, more and more appeared around me, huddling over me, laughing and mocking me.
The thing that confused me was that they said their life was terrible, and if it was, why would they hurt someone else the way they were hurting?
Bitches
When Monday came the horrors awaited me again. You could say I am a unique girl I like things that others find 'weird'. You could also say I'm a 'freak'. I suppose the only normal thing about me is that I'm a Lovatic. I would say I'm her number one fan, because I'm going through everything she has, and her music keeps me alive, but I know that people are going through worse than me.
As I walked through the halls, people gave me the dirtiest look they could find in their heartless soul. They whispered about me, right in front of me. What did I ever do to them?
Okay, my name is Wynter Fallows
That's something for them to take the piss out of, right?
I'm getting it changed when I'm 18 anyway, so I never have to remember those twats taking the mick out of me again.
In a flash, the Queen Bitch arrived.
