Rating: idk T maybe M
Disclaimer: don't own jack shit
Warning: umm abuse, drugs, cutting, girl on girl, boy on girl, idk anything that pops into my mind
Summery: idk not good at this shit. you'll find out when you read
Bleeding Mascara
Prologue: Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday. She hides the bruises with linen and lace.
I lay on the floor for the third time this week. He must have had a bad day at work again. That's what he said on Monday, he didn't speak to me today. He just went at it, had him self a fuckin field day. I don't know how I'm going to go to school tomorrow, can barely open my right eye. Think he hit me with his ring again. Its funny how some days he cares enough to take his rings off, today must not have been one of those days.
I don't know what I did today, we were fine at lunch. We laughed and smiled, he even called me his angel. I believe him though I am his angel. I must be, he sticking around and doesn't just use me like he did the others. Wonder if he did this to them too, give them his special treatment, that's what he calls it.
Laying here again makes me think why I stick around. I think I love him, he says he loves me. I say it back, but it's more of an auto respond. An 'I love you Spencer', 'I love you too', kind of thing. Does he love me? I hope he does, hope he comes to realize that he treats me bad.
It's not that bad, I can see out my left eye and there are only bruises on my ribs. It's not that bad. I should get off the floor and clean myself up before we go out tonight. It's not that bad Spencer, you're still alive. Remember that.
Through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone. In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings, and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete angle.