The Lost Girl

1. Bad Dreams

All i could hear was the shattering sound of glass, metal against metal, and tires screeching. It was so sudden, i couldn't breath. Then everything went black in an instant.

After a while the sound of an alarm erupted and my eyes shot open. The ceiling of my room is all i could see. I turned to my left grabbing my phone off the charger to turn the noise off. The time read 5:30 AM.

School starts again today...i was so not ready for this. I loved to learn, but it was like school hated me. At least all the students and teachers did anyway.

I sighed finally finding the willpower to get up and ready. As I walked towards my small bathroom which is thankfully connected to my bedroom, I could hear my stepfather in the kitchen rattling pots and pans. I guess he was back to work today.

When child support systems found out my father had started abusing me, they came and took me away putting me up for adoption since i had no other family who would take care of me. My stepfather's name is Maxwell Davis, a semi truck driver who is home only 2 days a week at most. Just the weekends unless he's allowed a break. Though, he gets paid well so we dont have to worry about bills.

& My name, Clara Johnson. Im just the weird brown haired girl who wears mainly all black and never stops listening to music or just reading basically. I love the color blue, any shade. Sometimes i draw to get my mind off things. Maxwell always says 'You should go out more or at least get a tan even a light tan would be fine, you just look so pale it scares me.'

Well my major anxiety always holds me back. I never get included in sports, or any classes like singing or band. I like art but i still dont take classes. I wear black because i dont want to draw attention. I am depressed amd was never good at making any friends. And well i like staying indoors unless im out on one of my walks or goin to the store. I keep to myself, and really the only friend i need is my stepfather. He's the only one whose ever been there for me. If anything bad were to happen to him i dont know whatd id do.

I assumed he was going to fry eggs for breakfast, but his cooking was always amazing so it didnt really matter to me what he made.

I continued to the bathroom to wash up and get ready. I looked in the mirror at my dull blueish grey eyes. My dark brown hair which now reached past my ribcage was all over the place, i knew itd be a big job to get it all brushed. It was a little wavy, but not completely straight. And never too cirly unless I left it in a braid too long. I was pale indeed, just slightly dark bags under my eyes from not getting good sleep. Bad dreams or sleepless nights always keep me groggy. I ignored the ugly girl in the reflection and started cleaning myself up. Sadly my thick hair is always a tangled mess which takes forever to brush.

Finally done i went to recieve an outfit for today, which of course was black ripped skinny jeans, Black Veil Brides band t-shirt, converse, and my so so warm black 2 layered jacket with the grey fuzz inside. And for makeup? Well lets just say im not the girl who puts on milimeters upon milimeters of makeup on. No. Just a littly foundation, black liner wich i never do that tail wing think. Just put on a crooked line and smudge. Dont judge, its just who i am. I aply it on my water line also and black eyeshadow to give it a lil more smokey affect you could say, and mascara. No lipsick, just some balm. Perfume, deodorant and done.

Im sure you're thinking, 'are you emo or sum?' Wellllll yes. I am. Amd im glad im not some normal person who likes to make drama. I just hate drama. Never cared for it and never will. If your emo too, welh hi there im glad im not the only one.

I head out the bathroom, grabbing my phone off of the bedside table and on towards my door. Just on the first step down i smell it. The amazing aroma of food. Call me a pig if you wantb but yes i can eat. A lot. But i always go to the gym once or twice a week. Though At one point i was anorexic, and it was pretty bad. I only ate an apple or a few crackers a day for a couple of months. I was cutting at the time but ive kept a record of 3 months clean. I know people think its stupid to cut...but they just dont understand. I do eat now, but usually only 2 meals a day and those 2 meals can seem like enough food for like frickin 5 meals cause i eat plenty.