Fragile.
That's what she was.
She was as fragile as glass.
Any moment she could shatter into a million tiny pieces.
And when that happens?
Who would be there to put the pieces back together?
Scary thing is, she didn't have anyone.
I mean it may seem as if she lived the perfect life.
She had the beautiful house.
With the perfect clothes.
And the look to top it all off.
But, what was hidden underneath all of the clothes and make up?
A girl who was broken inside.
Beautifully broken….
Broken always…..
So, what was going through her head when she applied that fourth layer of lipstick to her perfectly shaped lips?
Maybe she thought that the light pink color would act as a bandage. One that would hide all of those times she had kissed some random guy just to feel a little better. Or maybe she thought the lipstick would cover up the everlasting imprint that the rim of her vodka bottle had left on her lips.
Satisfied with the way her lips looked, she placed the stick into her make up bag and got out her foundation.
This was her favorite part.
She squeezed a quarter size amount of foundation onto the palm of her hand.
Then, began applying it to her delicate skin.
She smiled as she gently smoothed the foundation onto her skin. Her flaws were slowly disappearing. The sadness that she always felt was finally being covered up.
After adding the final touches, she took one last look in the mirror before grabbing her keys and leaving for school.
Five minutes later she pulled up to Harbor High, getting out of the car slowly.
She strolled past all of the people scattered about the entrance to the school.
She smiled happily, as they waved at her.
Good.
Marissa Cooper had done it again.
She had fooled everyone for the hundredth time.
No one could see past her make up into the real person that she was.
Underneath it all.
She was fragile.
And broken…
Some would say she was beautiful.
But she knew the truth.
She was beautifully broken…
Underneath it all.