Falling Feathers

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  • Published: 24 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 25 Aug 2013
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Raven Gray. Broken. Unnoticed. Wistful. One Direction were her idols. She looked up to them. She loved them. She dreamed of meeting them. What happens when she does? Will something happen that will just tip her over the edge?


5. Prep & Pamper

I woke up bright an early that morning, stomach churning in anticipation. Thoughts instantly started racing through my head but landed on one: the weather. I jumped out of bed and ripped open the curtains. Blue skies and sunshine. It was a beautiful day and was the perfect weather for my outfit. I instantly felt a million times better, as though a huge weight had lifted off my shoulders. But it all came crashing down again when I looked at the time. It was 10:00 already. I must have slept in! I only had two hours left to get ready. I shot straight into the shower and scrubbed my skin and lathered up my hair with soaps, shampoos and lotions until I emerged smelling like jasmine and vanilla blossoms. I blow-dried my hair and left it in natural waves down to my waist. After pulling on my outfit I quickly but carefully applied my makeup. Just a thin top eye liner, mascara and lip gloss. I didn't need any concealer, my skin was surprisingly flawless.

I was hopping around in one shoe, trying to put the other on, when I heard my phone buzz from the bedroom. Straightening up, I checked my messages. ONE NEW TEXT

Good luck today :)

Brandon xoxo


Wow, that was really sweet of him. Brandon was the sweetest and nicest guy I’d ever met. I checked the time and saw that I only had ten minutes before they came to pick me up. I began to hyperventilate, terrible thoughts coursing through my mind. I quickly began to pre-occupy myself to take my mind off it all. I pulled on my bracelets and necklace. It was really simple but totally adorable. It was two silver birds on a perch, thin and silver. It reminded me of my tattoo. I smiled to myself. At least they couldn’t see my tattoo because my hair was covering it. I don’t think I could handle anything else about me being judged. It may not seem like it because I’m telling you all the good things going through my mind, but my depression is getting worse. As a recovering anorexic, the suicidal thoughts were becoming more frequent and serious. Maybe this lunch date with the boys will change my point of view on everything. I looked in the full length mirror as I spritzed on some perfume. I was making some final adjustments when there was a knock on the door. I shut my eyes tightly and breathed in deeply. Grabbing my cream colored clutch I walked towards the door. I reached out, put my hand on the cold, shiny, brass doorknob and turned it.

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