A Fake Love Story.

Janice's P.O.V

I rubbed my eyes together with my index finger , rubbing mascara above my eyelids and under my eyes. It was about six in the morning and the sun was now just settling in the sky. I lazily got out of my bed only to be reminded that Nick was going to pick me up to go to the gym since I couldn't drive anymore for "suicidal reasons." Great way to break it down to me. I cleared my thoughts and searched for my slippers.

After, about five minutes I finally found my gray Route 66 house shoes and finally put them on lazily. I walked to my small bathroom and just stared at myself in the mirror. Just stared, cause that's all I could seem to do lately ...

I touch my nose. Too long.

I touch my hair. Too thin.

However, when I touch my blue glistening eyes it just reminds me of my mother , my sweet mother whom cherished everything in this world. Everything.

I feel the heat burning inside my stomach, and then before I knew it I had connected my fist to the glass mirror. Another object broken.

I roll my eyes tired of my break downs ... I have to keep it together , or else they'll keep me inside that stupid room. Stupid room is what it is.

I snap out of one of my "OCD" moments and slip on my gray sports bra and my black exercising tights. I then take a look at my Nike collection and can't decide what I want to wear for my shoes. Eventually I (like usual) get frustrated and swear while picking some random black ones.

I walk back into the rather miniature bathroom and apply light M.A.C foundation and mascara. Ready.

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