2 Chapter 2: Shattered Mirror

Glass shatters on the bathroom floor.

I felt my back hit the wall as I slowly slid down to the ground. I brought my knees to my head and let the tears fall. Soon I was gasping for air, my cheeks flushed and wet.

Click. Crap, my parents were home. I hastily picked up the glass shards from the hand-held mirror I had thrown.

Once I finished cleaning up, I touched up my make-up to cover my tear-stained face. My eyes were still red. I'd have avoid eye contact for a little while. That's fine. I'll just stay in my room and do my "homework". I didn't actually have any homework to do, but I could easily just lie to my parents' faces.

I threw myself on to my bed. Sigh. Why did life have to be so hard? Sometimes I just wish I could escape it all, all the drama, the emotions, the judgement, the hate.... escape everything. I hated feeling so overwhelmed. I just wished it could all go away. I'm good at hiding away my pain, but there just becomes a point when it's all too much. A point where you can't hold the dam in any longer. It's cracking. You know it, but you still keep pushing back, hoping you can hold it just a little longer. You can hear the sirens and screams to just let go, but you won't. You won't because holding up the dam is all you've ever known.

Don't let it through.

She does not love me.

Don't listen to them.

She never will.

Don't believe the lies.

She hates you.

But most important of all: don't show your true emotions.

And I don't love her.

Secrets are better than the truth, Elizabeth.