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I wear makeup. This is the first thought which occurs to me as I hasten down the stairs, gasping, heading straight towards my room. It is when I slam my bedroom door shut, lock it, place a chair against the it, and turn the doorknob countless times to make sure it is secure, when I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and sit on the edge of my bed. I wear makeup, but I don’t wear mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, or blush. I wear makeup, and it doesn’t go on my face. I wear makeup on my mind - I conceal my imperfections and insecurities. I conceal everything. I fight for breath and lean my head backwards. A lump starts to form at the back of my throat, and I can feel my eyes finally starting to water. It’s too late. Nothing can stop me from crying now. I let the hot, heavy tears fall from my eye, scrunch my body up into a tiny ball on the edge of my bed, and I weep. My head pounds on and on, to the point where my ears start buzzing, but I don’t care. I don’t care, and I don’t want to care. I just want everything to be over with and done.…show more content…
I sniffle and look towards the door. The door knob is twisting back and forth, but it isn’t opening thanks to my lock and the heavy chair I had put against the door. Chills run down my spine. I feel the goosebumps starting to gather up all over my body, and it feels like someone is sucking out all the happiness existing in this world. One thing is taking over me - fear. My breaths become shorter and shorter, and I begin to hyperventilate. I look around. The only other way out my room is the window, and I don’t have time to open it. I have no choice but to stay in this room; I am trapped. The pounding on the door gets louder and stronger each time. I shiver and run to the corner of my room, terrified of my kismet. Chipped wood flies everywhere as the door is finally burst
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