"Do you always have a book covering your face, like everywhere you go?" He asks breaking the silence.
"Yes, yes I do" I reply.
"Why?"he asks.
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Emma Graces is a senior in blue devils highschool, she loves reading and always has a book...
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Emma's POV
"Need a ride home?" Brendon asked as the last bell rang, finally.
"Yeah, Eric has basket ball practice with Levi or something" I shrug, and he nods.
We walk out of the school and to the parking area. We go to Brendon's car and I sat down in the passengers' seat.
"You uh feeling better..after what happened today?" Brendon asked, as I nodded.
Of course that was a lie, how the crap would I be okay after what happened.
"You don't look okay" he states. I fake a smile at him "See I'm fine" I say as he frowns.
"What?" I ask. "Stop faking it, you're real smile is way prettier" he says as my cheeks heat up.
But I refuse to believe him, if I was pretty, everyone would like me, I wouldn't get bullied, I wouldn't feel worthless.
And plus, how can I smile, when barely anything makes me happy?
After a while, we finally arrive at my house and I open the door to leave, when Brendon grabbed my wrist.
I winced in pain and turned around to look at him with a smile, but screaming on the inside.
I can not let him find out I cut myself again.
"Want me to stay?" Brendon asked. "No, its okay, I need to study for my uh test tomorrow anyways" I shook my head and forced a smile.
He frowned again."I said stop the fake smiling, smile for real." He scolds me.
I roll my eyes." Okay, okay I'll try" I say, even though I knew I wasn't going to, because even if I try, it turns into a fake smile, its like I don't even know how to smile for real anymore.
I mean yes, I was quite happy for a few months but as usual, everything comes crashing down when I finally think I am happy again.
I got out of the car and jogged towards the front door then waved.
Brendon waved back then drove away.
I sighed, and unlocked the house and walked in.
I trudged upstairs, dragging my bag along with me and went into my room and shut the door with my back.
I stood there for a moment then headed to the bathroom.
I went infront of the mirror and looked at myself.
I looked disgusting.
I rolled my sleeves and looked at the cuts through the mirror.
I took off my shirt to take a shower but then slid down on the floor and burst into tears.
