I slammed the door shut and made my way up to my room, my sanctuary. Unfortunately, it was up on the third floor. On any average day it would have been no problem, but just one look at me and someone would instinctually know that today was no ordinary day. The walk up was its own odyssey. With every step I took I broke down a little more inside. A simple task took such a drastic toll on me. The pain was excruciating and only seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each breath. By the time I reached my room, tears were flowing down my formerly dazzling face. I just wanted to crawl into my bed and block out everything, but some damage control was a serious priority at the time. I turned into my bathroom and quickly locked the door. Scrambling through my drawers, I searched for the “fix it” I needed. Relief rushed through me as I uncovered my makeup bag. I shifted through the contents of my shiny, black bag until I stumbled upon the best way to fix it all, my concealer. The bottle read, “Covers up all those unwanted blemishes and scars!” PERFECT, I thought. As I spent the next half hour slathering on the cover up to hide all my imperfections, my mind slipped to a place earlier today. It was dark and blurry. I struggled to grasp the memories from just a few hours ago, but they all slipped away into the deepest parts of my brain. Starting the masking of all my flaws, I was exhausted and after finishing, every part of my body was screaming with protest. I crawled into bed, wincing as I carefully wrapped myself up in my soft comforter. Comfort. That’s what I wanted, but no one was there. I let out a deep sigh of longing which painfully tingled my sides. Although there was a need to sort out the reason for all my pain, my brain almost wouldn’t allow any deep thinking. I felt scrambled so I let my body drift off into a simpler world.