Fall

Chapter One

"How did you get here and when did it start, An innocent child with a thorn in his heart, What kind of world do we live in, Where love is divided by hate?, Losing control of our feeling, We're dreaming this life away, What kind of world do we live in, Where love is divided by hate?, Selling our souls for no reason, We all must be dreaming this life away, In a world so cold."

~World So Cold, 12 Stones.

The beige walls came off as intimidating, and made me feel very small. I sat very uncomfortably on the fairly large off white, three-seater couch inside the school's counseling office. I shifted on my seat, and twisted my wristband around my wrist. I stared down at the black, and red checkerboard wristband, and then my eyes trailed down my arm staring at the scars.

I pushed black bangs, out of my jade green eyes, and then dropped my eyes to avoid seeing the gaze of other students. I tugged slightly on my jeans trying to keep them from riding up my crotch. I shifted my arms trying to stretch the uncomfortable screamo band t-shirt.

"Aadin, we are ready to speak with you."

I stood up slowly, and began pushing my snake bites from side to side, using my tongue. I looked at my counsellor, and pushed hair over my right eye. I stepped into the office, and looked up. My mother and father were sitting on the small two-seater green couch. I stopped, and stared at them.

"Oh no,"I began saying. "I will not do this if they are here."

I immediately turned to leave my counsellor's office. But my counsellor was standing by the closed door, using it as a wall to lean against.

"Sit down Aadin."

I sighed, and then moved over to the computer chair that was at my counsellor's desk. I collapsed into it, my legs thrown over the arm rest.

"Aadin, we know what's going on."

"No." I told them. "You don't know what's going on." I growled, glaring at my father as I did.

"Aadin, we need you to talk about this."

"TALK ABOUT WHAT?!" I raised my voice, causing my mother's eyes to begin watering.

My father stood up, and threw out his hand. It made contact with my left cheek, and pain seared across my face, as my head went to the side. Tears stung my eyes, and began falling down my face. My mother stood up, and tried to get my father away from me.

"DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT US!"

My counsellor stared at us, and then pushed the door open. I got off the computer chair, and quickly ran from the room; I pushed open the partially closed glass door of the counseling office, and ran down the hallway. I ran till I could find a boy washroom, and then I used the wall to swing myself in. I could hear my father pounding down the hallway after me.

I pushed into the first stall furthest from the door, and slammed it shut locking it. I sat down on the toilet, and pulled my knees up against my chest. I pressed my forehead against my knees, and tears streamed down my face, falling to my jeans. My face was still red from getting smacked, and it was still stinging.

I pulled my large, bulky headphones onto my head, and then yanked my ipod from my pocket. After unlocking it, I went through my playlists, and turned on the one labeled "cutting." I then pulled from my back pocket a small pocket knife. The knife was covered in dried up blood from it's many previous uses. I placed the tip of the cold blade onto my left arms, and then pressed it harshly causing the blade to pierce my skin.

Blood started to pool in the small dip in my skin made by the blade, and surrounded the blade's tip. I stared at the deep red liquid, and could faintly hear, my father banging on the stall door, yelling. I began carving into my arm, creating a large gash. Blood spilled off my arm, and onto my jeans. Tears fell from my cheeks, and mingled with the blood, making a wonderful mixture of blood, and tears. My vision began to go black, and after a couple of minutes of going in and out, I finally passed right out, and just as I did, I heard the stall door crash open.