The story of a troubled girl.
[Song to go with story: Song to the siren ~ by This Mortal Coil]
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CHAPTER
1
I was sitting down in the corner of the school's bathroom. Blackened tears stained my cheeks, as my face appeared more red than usual. What they had done to me was horrible.
My throat tightened up, as a shiver crawled down my back.
I stiffened, hearing someone walk past the bathroom door. Closing my eyes, I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't look inside.
As the footsteps faded away, I gently started to breathe again.
I wiped away the water from my eyes, and stared down at my hands. I had chopped away the fingers of the leather gloves I was wearing, so my black nail polish was revealed.
The varnish was slightly chipped away; time for another coat of that strong smelling liquid.
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my chin on top of them. I gazed up at the smeared mirror above the sink. I dared myself to look into it.
I thought about this for a minute, and then agreed.
I stood on my feet quietly, and waited in front of the sink. Biting my lip, I glanced up.
How ugly. Disgusting, revolting, horrifying. I quickly looked away, resisting the urge to cry again. My face seemed to be the definition of all insulting words.
I combed my ebony hair back with my fingers, and tied it into a messy bun.
I leaned over the sink, and turned on the water. It was freezing cold, but I shrugged it off.
Starting to rub away the layers and layers of makeup, I created a black pool of filth.
As soon as the eyeliner and powder was off my face, I reluctantly looked back into the mirror.
The terrifying mess was partially gone. I blinked a few times, and rubbed more water over my delicate skin.
I went home that day, my face hidden in the hood of the gray sweater I wore.