The Boy Who Saved Me

chapter 1

I feel alone,dead ,and empty inside well I lay hear in the empty field. I get up and walk the direction I came from to go home. When I get to my front door I go straight inside, straight up stairs right passed my mom and up the stairs counting as I go up 1,2,3,...16. 16 stairs I just climbed to go to my room and be alone, but today I stop at the top. I stop at the top to look at the pictures of me and my family. The first one that I look at is of me playing soccer with long light brown hair. Then me in middle school with little to non makeup on,with a skateboard at my side, and this pupple high lighted hair. Then the last one of me how I'm now, a lot of make up on, and when I say a lot I don't mean colorfull, I mean thick black eyeliner and mascara, with this emo girl hair cut no longer light brown bit black and pupple died tips.

I remember when we took this picture I keep telling my parents I didn't want to take a picture, and my mom begging me "please just take one picture"

Then my dad looking at me saying "we just want one picture of you older."

And that was that I wanted to make them happy so I let them take the picture.

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Now I am in my room laying on the floor wondering how do they not know. How do they not know I'm depressed? How do they not know I feel so alone? How do they not see the scars on my arms? How do they not see the blades in my room? How do they not see the sighs? Do they think it's a faze? Because it's not. When I get called to dinner I go down and eat and go back up stairs counting as I go up 1,2,3...16. Like always 16 stairs I just climbed to go to my room and be alone.

When I get up in the morning to I feel as if something is off. When I get to school something is off, even weird but I don't know what it is. Then I notice what it is....