Dude. It so isn't worth even reading it. This is seriously probably the worst thing I've ever written. Good idea to decide to write when I have no idea what to say! haha Ugh. Not okay. Also, in case you couldn't tell, I completely lost the story. And the characters' voices. I don't even know. Especially Mitchie. I just can't seem to write it. Maybe all my depressed way of thinking went away. And the funny thinking too. That's gone.
Mikayla's POV
I've always been fascinated with scars. I know, kind of creepy of me. But the thing is, they can betray absolutely everything about a person. There aren't just scars from that one time you fell off your bicycle when you were seven, or when you tripped down the stairs when you were nine and hit your head on the corner at the bottom. People get scars from everything- every traumatic experience, every emotional breakdown, every time their heart is broken.
Scars aren't just a thin line above your upper lip, they're in the way you talk. The way you act. The way you relate to other people. Scars aren't just physical or emotional- one is the other. The scars that don't show up as a bump on your knee show in your expression. Your eyes. And the ones that do show up as that lightning bolt thing on your forehead, well those affect who you are two. Scars change you. They should change you.
But your scars should never become you.
The scars on her wrists, they had become her. I could tell. I've known this girl for little more than a week, we've had a total of maybe five encounters, and I know that her scars became her. But I didn't care about the scars on her arms. There was a thin line under her right eye. Just a faint white, barely recognizable, hardly noticeable. I have one in the same spot. It was from my best friend throwing a rock at me in second grade.
I want to know what her's was from. Actually, I want to know more. I want to know everything about her. And her name, well that would be a good place to start.
Mitchie's POV
Cafeterias have always driven me insane. So when I go in there to get my lunch today, I try to run in, eat, and run out as fast as I can.
Unfortunately, in the middle of my little sprint to victory, I forgot to look where I was going. Soon my ass was firmly connected to the floor and my face was a color even the ripest of tomatoes would be jealous of.
"Well someone sure is hungry!" Oh no. I know that voice. I'm about to get major payback for all that teasing I did earlier. Just as I'm about to respond, a hand is in front of my face. So, naturally, I do what any teenage girl would do. I grab it and yank as hard as I can, and yep, soon enough that girl... Mikayla... joins me, involuntarily, on the tile.
"Fancy meeting you here." I said. Oh yes, very smooth. Her face is bright red and she actually looks quite pissed off. Oops!
"What the fuck was that for?" Okay, really oops.
"It was an accident. Sorry!" I claim, totally not sorry at all. And she knows it. She just sits on the floor and glares at me, while other people just walk around us and don't even spare a second glance. Oh, how I love being in a freak house(sometimes). People don't even register two people on the floor in the middle of the cafeteria as weird.
"Whatever." She said as she slowly rose to her feet. Now I really am starting to feel sorry. She's one of the only people I've talked to this entire time, and I don't want that to stop.
"Wait!" I jumped to my feet and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop walking away from me. "I really am sorry. I just... I'm not doing all that great, you know? And that was like, the most fun I've had in a really long time." I put on my best poor depressed girl face, but I don't think she's buying it.
"I have to go." And with that, the gorgeous girl is walking away. Awesome.
Mitchie's POV, later
I think all anybody cares about here is meetings. I mean, seriously. That's all anybody ever talks about. That's all I ever do, except sit in my room. And every single meeting is the same, useless shit. Every. Single. One.
"Hi, I'm Mitchie and I'm depressed! I used to cut myself when I was still allowed sharp objects! I hate life and I hate it here!"
Perfect, right?
So I figured today would be a great day to skip my meeting and go for a walk. It was nice outside, I guess, and everybody else was inside. Except for her.
Mikayla's POV
I didn't see the depressed girl (she still hasn't told me her name. Not cool.) until she was right in front of me. I was skipping out on mopping the kitchen floors (Eww!), taking a walk outside, when all of the sudden two brown eyes were staring me down.
"It's Mitchie." She said. Umm, what?
"Umm, what?"
"My name. It's Mitchie. And you'd think it'd be short for something but it's actually not. My mom just has a thing for weird names. I'm seventeen, but I don't drive, because it scares me. My favorite color is blue. I know, not black? What a surprise! I hate chocolate milk. And pretty much any green vegetable. My favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough. I love writing. I hate reading. I have to sleep on the right side of the bed, always. I watch too much trashy t.v. for my own good. I used to have friends. I also used to actually talk to people. I used to only be in bed at night, when I was supposed to. I used to talk a lot, like this, but I haven't said this much at once in like at least a year. And I'm sorry, if this is freaking you out but it kind of all just came out and now I can't seem to quit talking and-"
I put my hand over her mouth and she finally shut up.
Wow. What the hell was that?
Honestly, I wouldn't expect too many updates. And after that, I'm sure nobody wants them. lol Not that anybody actually read this. but if you happened to, review and tell me how terrible I am so I can get this out of my head please :)