Suffering In Silence (DISCONTINUED)

Have you every heard the phrase " suffer in silence"? That explains most of my life. I go to school everyday and plaster a fake smile on my face. When I go home I'm pulled straight back into my sad reality. I just wish for once, that someone would see through my fake smile. Until then, I will continue to suffer in silence.
* Original ideas, I am not copying anyone's work *
*Warning: story will contain some foul language.*


1. My mind is my worst enemy


Dear Diary,

     Mom is still in the hospital and of course Dad is still blaming me for it. Not one of my friends know, and I don't plan on telling them. Dad got really mad last night and threw a bottle at me. I have a cut going half way down my arm now. Another day at school, another day of pretending, another day of hiding how I really feel. wish me luck!

Love, Audilee Xx


     I hid my book under my mattress and got ready for school. So let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Audilee Marie Heart, I am in the 12th grade, my favorite color is purple, My favorite bands are Black Veil Brides and Pierce The Veil. Every girl at my school is obsessed over some band, One Direction. I don't really understand what the big deal is but, whatever.

     About four months ago my mom and I were in a bad car accident, she is in a coma and I just had a few broken bones. My dad has never been the.. friendliest I suppose. He has a fairly bad temper. So of course when my mom and I were in the accident, he blamed me rite away. Typical.  

     I am usually pretty quite at school but somehow I'm ' popular' ? At least that's what my ' friends' say. I don't see why, I mean there is nothing special about me. I have long, brown, wavy hair, emerald green eyes, and I am pretty short in my opinion,Only 5"6.

     I live in a crappy apartment because my dad never pays the bills anymore. Either spending money on alcohol or cigarettes. A good father might be using that money to help with their child's schooling but nope, not my dad. My mom is a very sweet women. I don't understand why she married my father when she could have done much better. I really miss her being around, I hope she get better soon.

     I put on a baby blue mid-length dress, with a mint green belt,and brown boots. I grabbed My Baby Lips and headed out the door.

     I arrived at school and met up with my best friend Maria " Hey Maria " I said. We have known each other since primary school. " hey chica " she smiled. She doesn't know about my mom and I being in an accident. I was gone from school for about a week  but I just said that I had the flu. And she doesn't know about my dad either, oh how I love the power of makeup. It can cover almost anything! I headed off to homeroom, taking a seat in the far back.

    " Good morning class" Miss Jones said. She is very sweet but very clueless at the same time. " okay so today we are having some visitors in the school. I expect you to treat them like any other student, understood?" People replied with " yeah" "sure" "whatever" as I just stayed quite. Students began to rush out into the hallways as the bell rang.

     I plastered a fake smile on and head into the hallway. You know how your closest friends should know just about everything about you? And they should usually be able to tell when something is wrong? That's the part that gets me really upset. Not one person has noticed how fake my smile is. Not one person. Not even Maria. Maybe they just don't care, would they even care if something happened to me? Oh shut up Audilee of course they would. I mean there your friends right?

      Have you ever heard of the saying " A smile can hide a thousand tears" ? I basically live by this saying now. It might sound depressing and sad but, its one hundred percent true. Even if a total stranger came up to me  just to ask if I was okay, that would make me feel a little better. Not one person cares, and at this moment. My mind is being my worst enemy.




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thanks, Savannah <3 *




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