This is odd. I've never written anything like this before. I don't think I like it very much. OH WELL.
Dedicated to KitKat0219, for forcing me to write this thing. :P
I don't own Degrassi, and I don't own Skyscraper.
You can take everything I have.
You can break everything I am.
Like I'm made of glass.
Like I'm made of paper.
Go on and try to tear me down,
I will be rising from the ground.
Like a Skyscraper.
Ellie felt as if everyone was staring. Everyone was watching. Everyone was listening. Everyone knew.
She quickly adjusted her left sleeve, making sure it was covering her newest addition to her fast-growing family of scars.
She didn't want to be this way. She wanted to be strong. But there was always something in the way. Her mom. Her Dad. Her friends. Her life.
How could someone be strong when they lived a life like Ellie lived hers? She didn't think it was possible.
She couldn't stand the whispers. She couldn't stand the pointing. She couldn't bear the talk for another moment. Those were always the thoughts that were running through her head before she did it.
No one ever stared. No one ever watched. No one ever listened. And no one knew a thing.
The only place in which people stared, watched, listened, or were informed, were, in fact, in Ellie's mind.
Ellie liked controlling her own pain, but she didn't like the price it came with. The feeling that everyone knew her deepest secret: that she would take blades, apply pressure, and permanently scar her body.
She knew what she was doing was wrong. And, what she didn't realize was, the people who were abusing her so, were really not people at all, and just the monsters in her head.
What she did realize was that overcoming these monsters wasn't like beating out a bully. It was worse. It was harder.
It required more strength.
It wasn't easy. But it was possible. And that was all she needed.