Fake Smile

Pretty Hurts

Marinette POV

I feel pain everywhere.

As I open my eyes I notice that I'm in my room...

What?!?!?!

I thought I...

What am I doing here? And why do I feel sooo much pain?

I look down and I notice that I have my bed sheets wrapped around me like a burrito. So it was all just a nightmare?? So I didn't really commited suicide?? Damn that dream was so intense.

So why do I feel so much pain??

"Are you okay, Mari?! You fell out of your bed screaming on top of your lungs. Looked like you were having a night terror." Tikki flew out of her tiny bed now facing me.

Ooooooh now it makes more sense. I fell out of my bed! Damn and I tought I was a heavy sleeper. Oh well.

"Don't worry Tikki! I'm okay." I smiled, I noticed I have been doing that lately.

Then my eyes widen in horror.

I'm late for school!

Why did my alarm clock didn't ring?! I look and I mentally face palm. It was on snooze button. Great.

I dashed and take out my clothes (the same as usual), and put them on. Now I dashed for my mirror to do my usual pig tails.

I look at myself.

I look like a truck run me over.

My eyes looks dull, there's no spark in there. Not anynore there's not.

My hair looks like a mess, even brushed and put into my pig tails, it still doesn't look enough. I'm never enough.

My body looks terrible, oh don't get me started with my body. It's too skinny. I FREAKING STOPPED EATING TO LOOK SKINNY! And now they're telling me that I'm too skinny?! To grow some more pounds?! Do THEY even know how hard it is to start eating normally?! I CAN'T just start eating one day like nothing happend. My body is USED to not eating. If I try to eat too much I'll puke.

My skin is too pale. Why don't I just tan? It never works. Like I try to tan but my skin just peels off. Like WTF?!

And my face... I don't even want to start. So I'm not. But unlike the rest, I can fix this. NOT with plastic surgery though, I don't have that kind of money.

So I grabbed something I have NEVER used. My mom bought for me. But I neve really used it before.

I took out my bag of makeup.

As I take out foundation, oh, I need a lot of those, some eyeliner, and some stuff that I never seen before. I might be late to school but this take will atleast take 15 minutes. I'm already late so who cares?

I took out one of my many tissue boxes.

To clean some of the tears that escaped.

"Hey, Mari what are you doing?" Tikki asked, concerned. Well it's none of her business anyways.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

After all, pretty hurts.