Chapter One.
"Oh Tawni, I love your outfit!" Sonny said for the millionth time. Great, now if only I liked it. That's right this is delusional, crazy, suicidal, depressed Tawni. Wait, but your happy, pretty girl! You can't be depressed! Well, looks may say a lot, but thoughts say way more. Okay, give me a minute or so, I need to apply my makeup.
"Well, is Tawni coming?" I heard Nikko ask. "Well, she's applying her makeup, so we better go ahead and leave so we aren't late." Sonny walked into the room. "Tawni, we're going to go ahead and go to the party." "Okay, that's fine Sonny." I heard them walk off into the parking lot.
I just sat there and started tearing while I looked for my blade.
I found in my suite case.
After I finished crying my eyes out, and my cut wound turned into a scab, I started doing my makeup. The cast members think it takes me an hour to do my makeup, but really it's five minutes looking for my blade, fifteen minutes crying, five minutes healing, and thirty minutes makeup.
I put some foundation on my arm where I cut myself so nobody notices it. Sometimes I just burst into tears, so I have to start all over again. If anyone found out about this and told the press, I would be ruined. I didn't spend much time on my makeup. Nobody cares what I look like anyways. When I finished, I went to the party.