One Hundred Days

Day 15 part 2

I stumbled into the bathroom and bolted the door after me. What was really happening to me? All I could we were flashing memories and the mumbles of my own voice. I remembered my last day of school. The way they treated me. More reward spilled down my face.

"Can you hurry up. There's only one shower in this house," someone called through the door. Knocking.

"One sec," I mumbled. I heard foot steps of people walking this way.

"Chloe open this door at once," someone shouted through the door. I lent on the wall and slid to the floor. Tears were streaming down my face. I heard the knocking on the door. I ignored it. My head hurt. My ears hurt. I started to tug on my hair,

"We have to get in there," someone else said. Obviously frustrated.

"We can't she has to let us in," someone else mumbled.

"I promised you always. I mean it. Please Chloe come out," Mikey said through the door. Maybe I should've just stayed away. Maybe it would've been better. What am I saying obviously it would've been better. I should've never got detracted by Cal. I should've got on my bike and left.

"Stupid bitch," I mumbled to myself.

"Take that back right fucking now. You're a fucking genius. Girl that book is just full of what everyone needs to know," Someone called through the door. I guess it was Luke.

"Luke don't swear," A feminine voice called. I put my head in my hands. I listened out for more of what they were saying but I heard nothing. I guess I'm a fuck up. And I'm fucked up.

"Luke what's that for it's not like a guitar will help," Mikey sighed.

"It's not any guitar it's my old one. Well hers if she wants it," Luke said.

"Luke like that'll help," Mikey groweled. I started to rock back and forth as my cest tightened and my head clouded.

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I woke up on the cold hard floor. I rubbed my eyes. My head hurt. My ears were ringing. I slowly sat up. I was in a bathroom. I slowly made my way to the door. There was a dark wood guitar outside. I padded down the corridor. Down the stairs into the kitchen. I was in a sort of daze. I had no control over what I was doing. I rummaged through the draws. I found what I was looking for. A knife. I gently pressed the blade to my skin. Blood appeared at no pressure. I added more and more pressure with every new cut. I placed the blade on the side. My wrist dripping with blood. I was concerened but I wasn't doibg anything my brain told me. I was ignoring it all. I sat on the floor watching the blood drip from my wrist onto my jeans. The splodge got increasingly bigger and more worrying. Maybe this was the end. Damn I sure didn't want it. I heard foot steps.

"Chloe you in here," a male asked. I stayed silent. Even though I was trying to scream for help. He walked round the counter and in front of me stood Jack. His eyes grew wide. He froze. I looked up at him.

"What," I spat. He looked into my eyes and slowly backed away. He then turned to run.

"Found her," Jack called out. Mikey was the first to come to me.

"Why? What's happening in that head of yours ai," He asked. I just looked at him.

"Michael keep your distance," Jack said. Mikey shook his head. He touched me check.

"Always," he asked.

"Always," I replied before blacking out.

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