Å țįmě åņď ā pľāćę

The leather rapped itself along my wrist, my neck, my legs, and my stomach. My breathing got heavier as time started to tick faster and the pace quickened. ñèęďļęş surrounded around my flesh. The time stopped. Pain sources throughout my vains and up my throat. My breaths shortened and my eyes felt heavy. I could feel a ghostly aura floating above my body.

But yet I didn't feel a release from my aching body. I looked around and saw ink flooding down my body. "Yøū māý ņøţ bē ŕéłēåśęď".

I inhaled loudly and sat up quickly, the lovely feeling of fluff surrounding my body disappears. and the flavor of lemon took over my taste.

I looked around for a sign of life. I couldn't remember anything before. My feet hit the solid, cold, wooden floor. I signed knowing another day of hell was calling. "Damn..." I whispered to myself "SHILOH WALLACE YOU GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY!" My father called I stomped on the floor and felt karma pay back at me and my foot twisted back.

I cursed and fell to the ground, screaming. I could feel my father rolling his eyes. I felt wet tears fall across my pale cheeks, staining them. I got up and started to catch my breath

and headed to my closest. I chose a red crop top with Noir running across the bottom of the rim. I shoved it over my pink undergarment. then found some short Jean's with a small orange running across the the fake pockets. I slipped on some black flats and ran down the stairs. My father had left already which meant I was walking in the rain to school.

Oh what a beautiful day....