she's a diamond on a landmine , tyler

[JULIET NICOLE MATTHEWS]

It was another day. The sun was shining brightly and Juliet had a pounding headache. She pulled her purple covers over her eyes and rolled onto her side before squeezing her eyes shut. All she wanted was some more sleep to make the headache go away. It was her own fault, she had been out into the wee hours of the night and crawled into her dorm room a good four hours ago. So why she was still awake was beyond her. But she just could not get comfy. Maybe she was awake because she had another nightmare. It had been reoccurring since she was about fifteen. And it scared the living shit out of her because it was always of one person. It was like he knew that she was still effected by that night. Juliet quickly shoved those thoughts out of her head and pushed her brown hair out of her face, finally calling it a day. She sat up and rubbed her blue eyes, smudging her make up in the process. Juliet hardly ever took her make up off when she walked back into the dorm, so last night definitely was no exception. But she did not get out of bed, not immediately. She just stared around her room, noticing the blandness of the beige walls that clashed with her purpleness. She loved purple, it was her favorite color.

“well hell.” she sighed, still staying in bed though. She continued to just sit there and observe her surroundings. It was kind of a catatonic state. She knew that she was just staring like a mentally retarded person; her brain was screaming at her to do something and not stare but her body just refused. It was weird, but not uncommon now. That usually happened every once in a while. Finally, when she did snap out of it she brushed her hair into a sloppy bun and threw the cover off, her slim legs exposed to the cold air. A shiver went down her spine as she got a towel and her toothbrush and toothpaste. It was time to get up, get cleaned up and do last night all over again. It was a simple process. She would go to a bar and a cute guy or two would buy her drinks. She never had to pay much. Then, after everyone was nice and buzzed they’d crash a house party or a faternity party and stay there until their legs fell off. Then, on occasion she would go back to their place and fuck their brains out. Or, that’s what someone had used to pick her up before and the sad thing was it worked.

Juliet looked at herself in the mirror while her teeth were getting cleaned. She really looked sort of pale. It was not a good color pale either. It was sickly pale. Her eyes had bags under them and her brown hair was sort of lifeless. She looked like a zombie or a dead person. It was not like it mattered right now, generally speaking. She had just woken up after four hours of sleep and a night of hard partying. And she’ll have another night like that if she could help it. But the girl spit out her toothpaste and then started the shower, refusing to look at herself now. But the shower felt nice. It was like she was washing away all the dirty and bad things that had gone on and making a fresh start. If she could really start fresh she would.

Once she was back in her room, a towel both on her head and wrapped around her small frame, she wondered what her brother was doing. She had not seen him for a couple days, not that she was his personal keeper or anything. It was just he was the only one she trusted and that comfort was always nice. The small girl let out a sigh and got dressed, slipping on a pair khaki colored shorts. She then paired it with a white tank top and a turquoise cardigan. Once that was all fine and dandy she slipped on some turquoise heels and called it another day.

Her destination was the bar. She may be under aged and she may have a raging hangover but it was getting close to party time and besides, it was five o’clock somewhere. She grabbed her fake ID as she approached the bouncer. One smile and he would be butter, she knew it. And that is exactly how it went. One flash and the bouncer had quickly let her in. Plus, it probably helped that she lowered her tank top to slow more cleavage and unbuttoned her cardigan, but that doesn’t matter. Once she was in though, everything felt like déjà vu. But she sat down at the bar and almost right on cue a drink appeared before her. Oh the pain of being beautiful.

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notes sorry it sucks. and i've been trying to post this for an hour now. jesus fucking christ.

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