Marissa studied herself in the mirror, touching her eye hesitantly. The second her white fingers touched the horrible skin, pain shot through her. She quickly pulled her hand back and let it trail across her tube of concealer. The black eye looked angry and disgusting, even with layers of concealer and foundation, you could still see it. Marissa went back to her room, shrugging on a black jacket.

With a sad look, she observed herself in her full-length mirror. Her clothes had begun to hang off her and her skin was paler than it had ever been. Marissa padded over to her desk, wrenching open the bottom draw and pulling out her dark glasses.

"Marissa!" Her mother yelled out.

"Coming" Marissa called out weakly, grabbing her books and shoulder bag. She moved slowly to the kitchen, her stomach flipping at the thought of her mother caringly shoving food in her face.

"Marissa" Her mother smiled, "Quickly have your breakfast!" Marissa sat down at the table, looking at her bacon and eggs.

"What's with the glasses?" He dad asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"I have a bit of a headache," Marissa explained, picking up her fork with hesitation.

"You sure you can go to school then?" Her Mother smiled, brushing her daughters cheek.

"Yeah, first day back Mum" Marissa sighed. Marissa's mother studied her for a minute, until her eyes flashed down to her daughter's uneaten food.

"Mum" Marissa laughed awkwardly, "I really need to go". She gathered her books up and nearly ran out the door.

"You haven't finished!" Her mother yelled. Marissa turned around to see her mother standing at the door, still in her pj's. Marissa mentally shuddered and continued to walk along the street.

Luckily and unluckily she lived near school, which meant when she was early, she was very early but when she was running late she usually got there on time. This morning she was ridiculously early, walking down the empty and creepy corridors. It was hard to believe in little under an hour, the corridors would be filled with yelling and angry teenagers.

Marissa stopped in front of her locker, turning the combination slowly. Everything she did was at half the speed, not wanting to rush anything. When she had managed to order her locker and make fill a trashcan with paper she had found, making a home at the back of her locker. She slammed the locker and continued on down the corridor, walking into the Choir Room.

Marissa positioned herself at the piano, fingers trailing across the ivory keys. She took a long, shaky breath and stared at the clock. It was an age before anyone would venture into the choir, so Marissa began to sing. Her fingers played along with the tune, her voice carrying itself into every corner of the room.

I took a chance,

I took a shot

And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not

You took a swing,

I took it hard

And down here from the ground, I see who you are

Hello everybody

I do every so hope you like this so far! The introduction was pretty shitty, but I hope you can see the promise of a good story!

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