Dawn Till' Dusk - Part 1

Dawn to Dusk - Part 1

I slowly drift From last night into today. My muscles, sore from fatigue; my cheeks, stiff from the dried tears that softly caressed me to sleep. Here began another day...

I slowly creep out of my bed on my tip toes, making my way carefully to the shower. I mustn't wake him... I mustn't risk the uncertainty of his current mood. My toes pain from tip toeing, every noise startles me, breaking my concentration. I need to stay concentrated; my memory serves as the key to unlock the code of the squeaky floor. One wrong move and my foot may land on, what I've learned to refer to as, floor mines. Step on one of these, and it begins...

I deeply inhale the same air I pray to be taken from me each night; "I've made it", I think to my self in pure relief. I begin my routine to get ready for school...

First, the makeup... Not to impress the boy I've got my eye on, not to make a false sense of beauty, not to "fit in", or make others think I'm pretty. No. Makeup, is the foundation of a dream I fight for every day. It's what covers the bags under my eyes from sleep deprivation, it's what covers the bruises on my body so I feel a sense of hope, recovery, and strength. Makeup covers the truth, so for just a moment I won't have to face it.

Second, the attire. This is a tough selection process. Not because I want to be the hottest girl in class, not because I want to be seen in the coolest brand names. No. It's tough because I must select something where I won't stand out, so strangers don't ask questions; where I'm not too nerdy, so bully's don't add more fire to my already burning hell; and where it covers those marks, which are too expressive to be suppressed with makeup...


(To be continued)...


silentandforgotten silentandforgotten
26-30, F
Jan 15, 2013