Author's note: I do not own anything except the concept in this story. Characters are owned by THE CW. I just used them cause I love 'em.
On another note, please be nice, this is my first story. Reviews would be lovely :)
She was a young girl, seventeen. Pretty. That's what people tell her. She's got the world wrapped around her little fingers but she feels ugly and wasted inside, like the universe wasted space on her. She despised herself, no, it was more than despise or hate. It was more than that and she punished herself at any given moment that she can.
Growing up, she felt unwanted and never good enough for anybody. Her family would call her stupid and curse at her. She had no one to depend on but herself, no one to trust but herself. She learned about alcohol and cigarettes at fourteen. She learned that kids her age were doing worse than her; they were getting pregnant and having sex. She looked like a saint next to them. She had a little secret though, a secret no one notices. She cuts herself at all times; she mutilates herself in every possible way. She scratches her skin until it bleeds, she cuts her wrists with anything, and she pulls her hair out one by one. Her body is filled with scars, ugly scars and she looks at them and does not feel regret but sees it as another form of torturing and punishing herself. Hiding herself, not being able to wear the clothes she wants to wear, looking different and weird, looked down upon by society. Her family says it's her way of rebelling but she says otherwise. It's a way of slowly killing herself. That's her ultimate goal. Death.
Her name is Brooke. Brooke Penelope Davis.
It was a Monday morning, the sun shining through her windows, it was an ironic scene. She felt like wallowing and the sun was brightly shining in her room. She would rip the sun out of the sky and place the stars and the full moon permanently on the sky if she could. The cold, dark night is more appropriate for her somber mood, it always is. She puts on her mask for the day, a persona for people. She's the great pretender. She gets up, takes a shower, wears her uniform, puts on her makeup, fixes her hair and heads to school. She smiles and talks to everyone, she laughs when needed; she comments when needed, she manages to fake the right emotion and line at the right time, she's there but not really there. She does this to please everyone. She has a smile for everyone. Everyone thinks she is so cool and that her life so perfect. Class is dismissed, she's tired and heads home, she comes home to an empty house, she faces the computer, does her homework, skips dinner and goes to bed, the same routine every day. Every single day of her life. On some days, she cuts herself, she injures herself, she hits various parts of her body on different things, doors, tables, drawers, chairs, anything and everything so she can have bruises but of course, it is hidden well, on her thighs, on her legs that she never shows. She cuts her wrists and wears tons of bracelets to cover it up. No one ever wonders, no one ever asks, no one knows how disgusted she is with herself.
I'm sorry it's so short but I would like a review before I post the next chapter.
