Coming home, Tongue thick with beer, knowing I was a piece of meat for the boys. Walking down the hall to my room I stop. And I see this girl staring back at me. I hated her I've seen this girl once and I vowed not to look at her again. But as I watch her watching me I have no choice but to look at her face, examining every inch of it. Her soft pink lips wet and parted, her high cheekbones rosy , her mascara running and eyes red and puffy. I leave that girl and walk to the bathroom, and I start to wash my face slowly scrubbing away at my make up. I look up and see the girl watching me again but without her mask. Her lips thin and chalky, Her face flushed, her eyes dull watching me, keeping a steady eye on me. I turn away and the girl is still here I can feel her. I walk toward the tub and turn on the water to the brim slipping out of my clothes and slipping into the warm water scrubbing away that feeling that was all too familiar. Scrubbing away the feeling of all the boys pawing at me and groping me. The sting of the girls looking at me and whispering sharp cruel words to each other, knowing they were talking about me. But no matter how hard I scrubbed or soaked the feeling wouldn't go away. I take a few breaths and slowly slip my head under the still water. Slipping away from these feelings I thought I couldn't escape. Escaping from that girl's glare. Just slipping away into darkness.
*my cousin wrote this vote plz she'd apreciate it *
