Chaper 2 Mary

I walked up the stairs to the stage and stood next to my mother.

“Where were you honey?” She whispered as father gave his speech.

“I-I was with a friend” I said remembering about livie.

“What’s their name, was it a boy? She pried.

Why should I ever be with a boy? 

Why does mother always think I’m with a boy?

“I was with a girl… named Olivia but her nickname is livie which is cute.” I said, regretting that I ever said “cute”.

“Oh” mother said disappointedly.

“It’s time for your speech honey” mother said pushing me.

I stood up and walked to the center of the stage.

I was about to speak when I saw livie being pulled by the arm from a women.

Livie saw me and we locked eyes.

I’m worried about her because she looked frightened.

But when she saw me on the stage, she smiled.

Like seeing me was the best thing she’s ever seen?

I don’t know. She looked like she needed help.

Chapter 3, livie. The next morning.

I woke up.

I couldn’t sleep last night.

Too much sadness filled me.

Too much blood dripped in the shower.

Too much cut wounds that turned into scars.

Too much eye bags from crying all night.

Too much depression.

I walked to the bathroom, and liffed my sleeves and put bandages around my arms.

Cut wounds are the worse.

I’m the worse.

I liffed my hair into a ponytail to brush my teeth.

I blush. I remember Mary putting her finger on my lip like she wanted to kiss me.

I want to kiss someone.

I really need it. 

I eat. 

I change.

Wait for the school bus to arrive.

Once it arrives, I get on it.

I push my ear buds into my ears.

I scroll through ticktock, and watch people live their happy lives.

While mine is a living hell.

People say things that are not true.

They act funny but they are really sad inside?

I don’t know.

But that’s what I see.

I stop on a certain video.

It’s Mary waving in a limo, with her light blue eyes, and her beautiful light brown hair.

The ticktock video’s headline is Princess Marygold viewings.

I blush.

There’s something about this princess I like.