Skeleton in the Closet

by The Wayward Angel

Everyone has secrets, closets full of skeletons. It doesn't matter if you're a jock, or a cheerleader, or a nerd…in the end it's all the same. Everyone is made of the same atoms and molecules and when you peel off the skin and muscle we all look the same inside. Everyone has something to hide. Everyone. *Highschool AU*

6. Ruby Daemon's Skeleton

Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Skeleton in the Closet
Word Count: 425
Chapter: 6/6
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: eating disorders, self-harm, homophobia, angst, low self-esteem
Summary: Everyone has secrets, closets full of skeletons. It doesn't matter if you're a jock, or a cheerleader, or a nerd…in the end it's all the same. Everyone is made of the same atoms and molecules and when you peel off the skin and muscle we all look the same inside. Everyone has something to hide. Everyone. *Highschool AU*
Disclaimer: Not even close

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.

Skeleton in the Closet
Chapter Six – Ruby Daemon

Ruby Daemon isn't emo. She isn't goth. She doesn't dress in all black and whine about her life through crappy music. She takes an hour and a half to get ready in the mornings, wearing dresses and skirts and make-up and long beautiful hair. She isn't on the Cheer Squad but guys still stop and stare when she passes.

But even Ruby has a secret. Because it doesn't matter if you're a jock, or a cheerleader, or a nerd…in the end it's all the same. Everyone is made of the same atoms and molecules and when you peel off the skin and muscle we all look the same inside. So yeah, everyone has a skeleton in the closet.

And Ruby has scars on her skin. She hides them so well that no one knows. On her stomach, and thighs, and sides; scars from her very own knife. Because Ruby hates herself. So she takes it out on herself. For every negative thought comes the slide of the knife.

Not smart enough. Not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not enough. Never enough.

Never a tear falls from her eye because tears are for the weak and Ruby is many things but she's not weak. Never weak.

Scars do not make her weak.

But still, she can't let anyone know. They would know something is wrong with her. Something not quite right with the way she views herself and she can't let that happen. She just can't.

So she hides the scars with just long enough skirts and shorts and dresses and never cuts her arms or legs or anywhere visible.

Ruby plasters a smile on her face as she walks down the hallways, constantly aware of her own short comings. Of how much she hates herself. Always constantly aware, and always ready to correct it with the slide of a gentle blade.

End

Allie: I'm sure you guys are like, what? The end? This is bullshit! There is a sequel coming! It's called When Skeletons Fall, and it'll be more story formatted rather than this PoV stream of consciousness format. I'm starting it now and should have the first chapter posted tonight. Stay classy and review please.