you'll never take me alive
And they found you on the bathroom floor
i was dragged out off my nightmare by more screeching. Coming from down the stairs,
"MILLY GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED NOW, ITS 8 ALREADY, AND I AM NOT DROPPING YOU OFF!' my mother screamed.
this will be the third time i'm late this week. which means after school detention, yay. at least i could escape from my mum for another few hours.
i climbed out of my bed and trudged towards my mirror, and stared at the reflection looking back at me. my red hair was flat on one side and crazy on the other because of how i slept. i scrubbed my hands over yesterdays tear streaken mascara, i am a mess.
realising i fell asleep in my clothes, i slipped out of my jeans and tee shirt and changed my underwear. i walked out onto the landing and through to my bathroom, taking another look in the mirror. i had always been a tall girl, one of the tallest in our year. but i was never one of the skinny ones, i wouldn't say i was fat, not atall. just very curvy. But my height and curves evened each other out and make me look as normal as possible.
i sighed reaching for my tooth brush and quickly scrubbing round my teeth. then splashing my face with cold water and wiping away yesterdays mascara.
i walked back into my room and started to apply my eye liner and mascara, when that was done i brushed through my hair, leaving it curly.
"I MEAN IT MILLY!" i heard from outside my door. i winced at the sound of her voice, not to mention the throbbing headache i had.
"whatever, just go i'll walk" i replied.
i listened, after about 3 seconds of silence she huffed and stropped out of the house. i continued getting ready for the day, i slipped into my black skinny jeans, buttoned up my school shirt & tie, and pulled on my black converse. i never was one for correct uniform. i ran down the stairs and grabbed my hoodie and my back pack and left the house.
it was kinda cold outside so i put on my hoodie and pulled the hood. i got the usual scowls from kids also walking my route, i just plugged my ear phones in and let the lyrics of blink 182 swirl round my brain.
Before i knew it i reached the school gates, i reached for my phone out of my bag. i read 09:05, oh great form started ten minutes ago. as i walked through the door and practically crawled under the main office and made my way to form.
the corridoors were rather empty except for a few students knocking about. suddenley i fell i hand on my back that then slammed me into the wall infront, i immediantely knew who it would be.
"listen here you slut" she hissed in my ear, "what you did wasn't on, and your gonna pay for it"
i laugh, she spun my around and gripped my throat,
"whats so funny emo?" i looked erin dead in the eye and smirked,
"its funny, it just.." stifling my fake laughter "you sounded just like josh" i winked.
i felt her hand come up to meet my face, my lip then start to burn. i brought my hand up to meet my lip and drew it back to see blood. i glared at her, getting ready to punch back when she walked away. her sickly strawberry fragrance still lingering in the air.
Erin turned around again and shouted 'oh, and take that metal out of your face, tin man' i honestly have never heard a worse insult.
I decided it was best if i just skipped form and first period, i would just get further punishment and more grief that i didn't want or need. i walked into the girls room to check my lip in the mirror. it was a bloody mess i washed away the blood and held my sleeve to it. i looked up into the mirror and stared into my eyes, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, i watched it drop onto the floor. Thats when the water works really turned on, i sobbed into my sleeves. I was always putting on this tough girl disguise, but i can't do it anymore. i'm crubbling inside, i hate it. everyday, every person, every lesson. Being tormented for something i didn't even do. i don't see the point anymore, i'm on the verge of giving up.
i took in a shakey breath and wiped my bloodshot eyes. when i heard footsteps approaching down the corridoor, i rushed into a cubicle and hopped up onto the seat locking the door, trying my hardest not to let my foot slip into the toilet. The foot steps got louder and louder but finally started to fade again. i relaxed and slumped down onto the cubicle floor, taking a cigarette out of my pocket, lighting it up and taking the first drag, my breathing still ragged from the tears.
*uno hours later*
i thought over all that had happened, and what may happen in the future. i just didn't want to be here anymore. i used to have everything; friends, a boyfriend, good grades. then i went and fucked up as i always do.
the bell rang signalling break. i let out a sigh and put out my cigarette dimp on the toilet seat, standing up i unbolted to door and stepped out, pulling my hair across my face to hide my still blotchy face. if they saw i'd been crying all they would feel is satisfaction, and thats the last thing i want to give to them.
"MILLY GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED NOW, ITS 8 ALREADY, AND I AM NOT DROPPING YOU OFF!' my mother screamed.
this will be the third time i'm late this week. which means after school detention, yay. at least i could escape from my mum for another few hours.
i climbed out of my bed and trudged towards my mirror, and stared at the reflection looking back at me. my red hair was flat on one side and crazy on the other because of how i slept. i scrubbed my hands over yesterdays tear streaken mascara, i am a mess.
realising i fell asleep in my clothes, i slipped out of my jeans and tee shirt and changed my underwear. i walked out onto the landing and through to my bathroom, taking another look in the mirror. i had always been a tall girl, one of the tallest in our year. but i was never one of the skinny ones, i wouldn't say i was fat, not atall. just very curvy. But my height and curves evened each other out and make me look as normal as possible.
i sighed reaching for my tooth brush and quickly scrubbing round my teeth. then splashing my face with cold water and wiping away yesterdays mascara.
i walked back into my room and started to apply my eye liner and mascara, when that was done i brushed through my hair, leaving it curly.
"I MEAN IT MILLY!" i heard from outside my door. i winced at the sound of her voice, not to mention the throbbing headache i had.
"whatever, just go i'll walk" i replied.
i listened, after about 3 seconds of silence she huffed and stropped out of the house. i continued getting ready for the day, i slipped into my black skinny jeans, buttoned up my school shirt & tie, and pulled on my black converse. i never was one for correct uniform. i ran down the stairs and grabbed my hoodie and my back pack and left the house.
it was kinda cold outside so i put on my hoodie and pulled the hood. i got the usual scowls from kids also walking my route, i just plugged my ear phones in and let the lyrics of blink 182 swirl round my brain.
Before i knew it i reached the school gates, i reached for my phone out of my bag. i read 09:05, oh great form started ten minutes ago. as i walked through the door and practically crawled under the main office and made my way to form.
the corridoors were rather empty except for a few students knocking about. suddenley i fell i hand on my back that then slammed me into the wall infront, i immediantely knew who it would be.
"listen here you slut" she hissed in my ear, "what you did wasn't on, and your gonna pay for it"
i laugh, she spun my around and gripped my throat,
"whats so funny emo?" i looked erin dead in the eye and smirked,
"its funny, it just.." stifling my fake laughter "you sounded just like josh" i winked.
i felt her hand come up to meet my face, my lip then start to burn. i brought my hand up to meet my lip and drew it back to see blood. i glared at her, getting ready to punch back when she walked away. her sickly strawberry fragrance still lingering in the air.
Erin turned around again and shouted 'oh, and take that metal out of your face, tin man' i honestly have never heard a worse insult.
I decided it was best if i just skipped form and first period, i would just get further punishment and more grief that i didn't want or need. i walked into the girls room to check my lip in the mirror. it was a bloody mess i washed away the blood and held my sleeve to it. i looked up into the mirror and stared into my eyes, a tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, i watched it drop onto the floor. Thats when the water works really turned on, i sobbed into my sleeves. I was always putting on this tough girl disguise, but i can't do it anymore. i'm crubbling inside, i hate it. everyday, every person, every lesson. Being tormented for something i didn't even do. i don't see the point anymore, i'm on the verge of giving up.
i took in a shakey breath and wiped my bloodshot eyes. when i heard footsteps approaching down the corridoor, i rushed into a cubicle and hopped up onto the seat locking the door, trying my hardest not to let my foot slip into the toilet. The foot steps got louder and louder but finally started to fade again. i relaxed and slumped down onto the cubicle floor, taking a cigarette out of my pocket, lighting it up and taking the first drag, my breathing still ragged from the tears.
*uno hours later*
i thought over all that had happened, and what may happen in the future. i just didn't want to be here anymore. i used to have everything; friends, a boyfriend, good grades. then i went and fucked up as i always do.
the bell rang signalling break. i let out a sigh and put out my cigarette dimp on the toilet seat, standing up i unbolted to door and stepped out, pulling my hair across my face to hide my still blotchy face. if they saw i'd been crying all they would feel is satisfaction, and thats the last thing i want to give to them.
Notes
***READ***everything may seem very confusing, but when lily meets frank (possibley in chapters 3/4) i will fully explain what she did that was so bad, frank may show up in 2 or 3:) The chapters will get longer i swear.
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i'm so sorry i didn't even think about this, all is fixed.
6/27/13