Chapter 1
How should I begin… I’ll start with my name. For those who don’t know me, I’m Olivia-Jo and to everyone else it seems as though I lead the perfect life. You could even call me the ‘queen bee’.
Why? I always wear the latest fashion, wether that’d be a gucci purse or beige, channel, knee high boots, not to mention I’m always surrounded by my posse.
I have long, straight, chocolate-brown hair which compliments my ocean blue eyes, to go with my jawline that closely resembles a knife, meaning I always have boys drooling over me. Humble of me, I know.
But these people will never know the real me.
The real me struggles.
The real me, she doesn’t know how to heal. She sits on her bed crying as she sticks her nails into her skin until she bleeds. Its never silent when she’s alone, the room is filled with the rattling noise of her breathing, the sound reverberating off the insides of her lungs.Her head fills with white noise, she screams, hoping the neighbours don’t hear because attention is the last thing she needs. The scream always seems to liberate her, tearing all the ropes tying her up.
She drowns in her thoughts, whilst her burning tears roll down her face. Her screams reducing to quiet, high pitched whispers. Takes her nails out of her skin and starts to shake violently, almost as if a volcano was emerging in on the ground beside her.
Disappointment clouds her mind as she calms down.
‘Again?’ She thinks to herself followed by ‘Whats the matter with me?’
The real me follows this routine. Thats the one thing I will never fail at, because the real me suffers from anxiety and depression.