VENT: DrainedAs mom pushes me awake for school, I open my eyes to, yet again, feel extremely depressed.
Routine is the same as usual. Get up, eat breakfast, get your clothes in, and use the bathroom.
But as I wash my hands, I look up in the mirror. There's a pretty, freckle-faced girl with long hair staring straight back.
But this girl isn't me.
She was what used to be me. A happy, carefree girl who was at the top of life. Then, her life fell apart, and here I am.
The real image is a depressed, hideous, drained girl who had dark circles under her eyes and who nobody liked. The one who's family favored her siblings over. The one who told lies to her family every day that everything was fine and hiding behind that mask.
I wondered if they would ever see the lies. The lies that hid the truth. The truth which cut me open every day and drained all happiness from me. The deep, brown eyes in the reflection are lies, as well. In reality they're pools of drained liveliness, eyes that are always searching, s