My skin felt cold. The winter breeze sent chills down my spine. I knew from the scent, that filled the air that today was going to be the day. The day I ended my pain. The day I let the knife dig deeper than just the skin on my arm. I sit down. Grab my sharpie and begin to write. What will I write? I have nothing to say. I never have. I sit there, and wait. The wind is still moving and it makes my still hair on my arm rise. My dark long hair falls in front of my face. Emo. Depressed. Cutter. All names I have bestoned among myself. People these days, rude and inconsiderate.
*nock nock*
"Terebithia! Get downstaires now for dinner!" My mom calls from my door.
I never ate anyway so why should I come down for dinner. All they do is talk about me or to me. And both I strongly dislike. Who knew why I was even still on this plannet...still. Ethan. His name leaves my pale lips in a whispher. He was the reson I lived the reason I chose to stay alive. Every night and every morning just seeing his face gave me life. But what if I was making a mistake. Ethan probably has a girlfriend or likes someone. Life is too complicated for boys. You spend half your time thinking about a guy that you like when you could be doing something productive.
"Terebithia! I swear I will come in and get you!" I walk to my door and swing it open.
"Mom im out! And im coming down now!" I slam my door shut and walk down the old mahogany stair case. I see my brother Alex and his girlfriend Eden sitting at the table next to dad and mom. I sit at the other end away from everyone as I pick at my plate.
"Hey Thia nice to see you again. Hows school? Eden asks.
"It's the same that it always it. People suck. Teachers suck. You suck!"
"Terebithia Isabelle Morgenstern! Do not use that improper english around the table. And appologise to Eden. shes your brother girlfriend and out guest." Mom yells whilst reaching for more peas.
"Sorry E, didnt realise how rude I was being. how college?" I ask trying to make some what, polite conversation.
"Its great Alex and I got an appartmet and I am nearly finnished my teachers degree." She sounded excited like everyother human being. I looked at my non touched meal and stared at my wrists. Pale and Purple. Bruised and Boney. Cut and bleeding.
"Thia if your not going to eat please dont sit here. Go to your room and study. do something productive." I hear dad say. I life up my plate and drop it off at the sink. I look at everyone how happy they all seem. they smile kindly as if to give me hope. When little do they know that was my last ever conversation with them at all.
YOU ARE READING
Freely Living Nightmare
Teen FictionIts funny when you die people finally start to listen. But when you were alive you were another girl with a sharp knife and a short life.
