Disclaimer - A present idea for my 18th birthday. I don't own it (yet).
It wasn't that she didn't want to go to school ... it was that she didn't want to see him.
It was the thought in her head as she sat in front of her mirror, trying to perfect her game face for the day ahead she was already dreading.
Her stomach felt cold and heavy, her hands clammy, and she thought, with an unamused smile, that looked a lot like a grimace, that she's never been this nervous before. Not even in the moments before Regionals.
So she sat. Deathly still, watching herself in the mirror.
The girl that stared back looked identical to her. Same long brunette hair, pretty brown eyes. Nice olive skin, long eyelashes and a perfect, properly pressed outfit, complete with colour co-ordinated socks to match the blue button down shirt we wore.
She looked the same.
How it was possible to show no difference on the outside when she felt like this on the inside, was beyond her. But sitting in her fluffy pink beauty chair, she knew that the girl in the reflection wasn't the same girl that stared back at her 3 months ago. She wasn't the girl he held hands with on the last day of Glee club anymore.
But he wouldn't know that.
She wouldn't let him find out. Would never tell him that her head constantly felt like it was going to implode; not just from the headaches, but from the mess of tangled streams of thought she could never seemed to get under control. How every touch from a male for the past month had her flinching like a squirrel and causing a stab of fear right through her chest.
No, she would keep this to herself. She would put on her poker face, keep her habits uninterrupted, and act like she didn't feel worthless and damaged and dirty. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't find out how tainted she was; maybe he wouldn't leave her.
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Georgina.