Please Don't Help Me

Delilah's POV

I just can't take these fricken lies anymore. I just can't live like this. I really....just can't take it anymore. I've been lied to my whole life. About pretty much everything. Just last year I found out that when I was three both of my parents were arrested for being drug addicts. And the worst part of that..I thought that my adoptive parents were actually my "real parents". I had no idea. I sighed. Ugh. When I found this out, everything started to go wrong. I started cutting and starving myself. And everything....well like I said....everything just went wrong. "Delilah come down here for breakfast!" My mom yelled from the bottom of the steps. "I'm not hungry!" I yelled, or should I say lied? "Delilah c'mon this is the 5th time you'll be missing breakfast this week!" She said. "I'm just not hungry mom..." I lied again. This time I felt tears starting to sting behind my eyes. "Delilah...." I could barely hear her whisper. I closed my eyes. In just not hungry. I walked over to my mirror and started to brush out my long blonde hair. "Ouch." I said through clenched teeth as I brushed out each knot. Finally I finished up on the last little knot and moved to my closet to pick out some clothes. Hm what to wear..? I grabbed my big sweatshirt with the football on the front and a pair of dark blue booty shorts. After I got dressed I walked back over to my mirror to check over my outfit. Ugh I'm so fat. I turned sideways and sucked in my stomach. I let it out with a big sigh. I reached over to my dresser and grabbed my mascara. I held it up to my eyelashes but before I put it on I remembered that last time I wore makeup, I ended up in the bathroom crying and the mascara was smeared all over my cheeks. I felt the stinging in my eyes come back. "Delilah c'mon the bus will be here in two minutes!" My dad yelled. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack. I didn't have time to brush my teeth so I just grabbed a piece of gum and stuck it in my mouth.

I ran out the front door just as the bus pulled up to my spot. The bus doors started to close. "Wait!" They opened up again and I stepped up the steps. "Delilah you need to be quicker!" My bus driver scolded me. I ignored her and walked to my seat. Seat 13. I heard the sound of two guys laughing behind me. "I know right she's such a slut." One of them said under his breath. "Yeah dude I know right?" The other one said. "Hey Delilah...you planning on killing yourself soon? I need something to look forward to!" Somebody else burst out laughing. I just looked out the window. I can ignore them. "So Delilah I hear your parents are both in jail for being drug addicts. Is that why you cut yourself? Or is it just because you have to look at your ugly face every time you go past a mirror?" Somebody else said. That really made set me off. Pretty soon I ended up in he principals office....