End Of The Road

She paints a pretty picture, but this story has a twist. Her brush is her razor and her canvas is her wrist~ When harry meets Bailey he has no idea of her past. Bailey Mckenzie has shut down, she is depressed. But what will Harry do when he figures out the lies?

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I feel so lost. This city is so dead. It's amazing how such a small town in Florida could have so many potential threats. They leave me unsatisfied and shaken with fear. I'm so misunderstood. I stand in the low light in my room fixed on the mirror. It's like a magnetic pull but at the same time I wish I could drop dead from the truth. I see myself so differently. I pulled my brunette hair up into a topknot and decided to leave my face bare. I can't stand to see those skinny hoes at school that cake their makeup on like there is no tomorrow. Like seriously do they do it on purpose? I little here and a little there is fine for me but a big blob of blue eye shadow and lipstick smeared along there teeth is just unnatural. I am socially awkward I guess you could say. I'm not the one to make the music, I sit back and listen to the melody. The details in particular, the notes and pitch are the key. Music is my life. I pushed through my closet searching for a shirt until I found my aqua blue Hollister t-shirt and my gray jacket. I slipped on my white skinny jeans and my new lace shoes. I try my best to fit in and get with the program but sometimes it's hard. I put on my silver heart shaped necklace I always wear and I grabbed my phone along with my bag and I was out the door. I took a deep breath and stepped on the bus. I could hear sly remarks coming from the freshman in the first two seats. I was known well as "the pushover" but I can't say I live up to my name any longer. I took all the hate and bundled it up for so long until I turned into "the bitch". I took a seat and looked around at empty faces full of hate. I was killed by society.

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