My Poems

Short story

A/N so here's a little short story for all of you just because I ended up writing a story rather than a poem. As always I hope you like it! Vote, comment, share! Love all of you and if you haven't yet head on over to my page and hit that follow button! -Chy

It had been a beautiful day, low 70s with just a slight breeze. Granted there had been storms that morning so the smell of rain was also fresh in the air. Rosa was no stranger to nice days, she remembered being a kid and being eager to get out of the house. She thought about those days a lot, before everything changed, before she was at war with her inner demons, She couldn't help but smile at the memory. Rosa stared out of her bedroom window at the green grass that looked fresh and remembered the day that her whole family had gone to the park. It was the first warm day after a particularly harsh winter, the trees were still bare but the sun shone through the blue sky. Everybody in the city seemed to have been at the park that day. There were joggers on the bike path and kites in the sky. Rosa was no more than 7 years old and she sat on the swings pumping her little legs back and forth trying to see how high she could get before jumping off into the grass. She remembered the grass feeling so soft that day and she just wanted to lay in it and look at the sky. Rosa was tempted to go outside but she had only one opportunity to enjoy herself while her parents were gone. She set herself up on her bed with her guitar and played a short compilation that she wrote before going on YouTube to search through the days videos when one caught her eye. It was a little video titled "my confessions." She clicked on it and watched as a guy told his story about being bullied and developing anorexia, then he revealed his arms which had long lines similar to the ones on Rosas arms except for his left arm which had a long scar going straight down the center. It was an obvious suicide attempt. Rosa had a few secrets of her own she never told anybody, like how the fresh cuts on her arms were not from her cat at all, or how dark her thoughts had gotten lately. She looked over at her nightstand and picked up her knife, It had just been sharpened a few days earlier. She opened it up and held it in her hands. The knife was cold but it was also beautiful. It had a wood handle with gold embellishments, she splurged on it a bit but that was okay.

"Just once." She told herself sternly as she pressed the blade to her ankle. She had learned long ago to cut in places nobody could see. Winter was easy because she wore a hoodie all the time, but spring and summer were harder. During the spring she would only cut on her calves, thighs, or ankles. During the summer she would cut in her hips or any place her bathing suit would cover.
Everybody had thought that she was clean and that was her biggest accomplishment, she had deceived them all. She slowly slid the blade across and hissed as she felt the sting engulf her. She grabbed a piece of tissue and quickly put it against the press cut to catch the beading blood. She knew she wouldn't stop after one and put the blade to her arm. She would just tell people she was cold for a couple weeks. She slowly slid the blade across her forearm, then she did it again, then again. She examined the three fresh cuts and sighed.
She felt a vibration in her pocket and looked at her phone.
To: Rosa
From: Daisy
Hey! Long time, no see! Wanna hang out tonight?
Rosa took a minute to look between her arm and the phone.
To: Daisy
From: Rosa
Hey, I have homework tonight :( sorry!
Rosa grabbed a tissue and dabbed it on her bleeding arm. She hadn't realized how deep it was until she realized that it wouldn't stop bleeding. She made her way to the bathroom, careful not to drop blood on anything. Rosa went to the sink and turned on the water running it over the fresh cut. She could feel herself getting lightheaded.
"God, if you're out there please don't let me faint and my parents find out I cut."
Her prayers weren't working and her cuts were still bleeding. She started to panic which only increased her heart rate and caused the blood to pour out even more.
"Shit." She pulled out her phone and dialed 911, this bleeding wasn't stopping but she still didn't want her parents to know. She hesitated pressing the call button.
"911, what's your emergency?"
She didn't know what to say.
"Hello?"
She heard the 911 operator break through the silence again.
"If this is a prank call I'll let you know it is illeg-"
"Help..." She managed to get that much out before she closed her eyes, held her breath, and made her final wish.