Saving Zeplin

Chapter 1

Picture of Zeplin on the side. ~ Chloe

"Wake up fatty," my mother says jokingly as she shakes me awake.

I hold back the tears and I smile my best fake smile. She always does this. She calls me fat,dumb,emo, and ugly in a joking way, but there is always some truth behind a joke.

I bet she really thinks those things about me. Everytime I look in the mirror, I know she really does believe these things.

My mom leaves me to get ready for my final year of school. Honestly I don't know how I survived this long. Maybe it was for the sake of my friend Lila ,my best friend. Well, she was my best friend.

You see Lila and I were best friends since first grade. We we inseparable. When high school started i began to get bullied. Lila was always there for me. She was the only person who knew about what I was going through.

I was breaking piece by piece and Lila was there trying to glue those pieces back together. She was the only person I could trust and be happy with. She was the one who stopped me from cutting ,who stopped me from starving myself,and who stopped me from ending my life.

She was my guardian angle ,always there to protect me. That is until 5 months ago.

It was April 6th 2014. I was sitting in my room waiting for Lila to arrive, it was Friday, and she was going to come over just like every other Friday night. The rain was pounding on the roof of my house. I had tried calling Lila at least 15 times already, but she didn't pick up.

Emmedityly worry coursed through my body Lila was already a hour late. She was never late.

I was pacing around my room glancing at the clock every 5 second, finally deciding to go look for her, I grabbed my car keys and hopped into my car.

Once the engine roared to life ,I backed out of by drive way and sped in the direction of her house.

I was halfway there when I caught sight of police cars and an ambulance. I slowed down and I came to a stop. Passed all of the cars , I saw a fimilar yellow Honda.

Pushing my car door open I ran through the police who were trying to hold me back. Once I got to the body bag I zipped it open and saw a girl I didn't know.

The Lila who once had life in her beautiful hazel eyes is now a pale girl covered in blood.

By now I had tears streaming down my face.

If it wasn't for the heart shaped locket Lila always wore then I wouldn't have recognised her. I remember that locket. I gave it to her when we were little ,she never took it off.

I didn't really know what happened after that nothing was processing through my head. I just remember the realisation of her being gone hit me at the hospital, when her parents came.

When I caught sight of Lila's parents holding each other with tears streaming down their faces, I broke down.

Sobs ranked through my body ,memories of her running through my mind. Lila's parents pulled me into a hug not caring about my tear soaked clothes.

We just stood there embracing each other as we cried.

A week later was here funeral. I went without my family cause they couldn't care less. When I told them she was gone, you know what I got as a reply?! They shrugged and said "Wow, that sucks."

I saw Lila at her funeral, they cleaned her up and she was wearing her favourite white dress that I bought for her. She loved the dress and it looked great on her. After taking in her aperance for the last time ,I wiped the smile off my face. It was the last time I truly smiled.

After the funeral her parents gave me her locket saying that they wanted me to have something from her.

Her parents also said they were moving because the town reminded them to much of her. I nodded understanding. I didn't want to stay here either I wanted to die. But Lila wouldn't want that.

I have never taken the locket off. Since Lila's death I let myself go, I would starve myself till I was close to blacking out ,then I would eat.

I started to cut also. I'd cut everyday. I'd hide them by stacking bracelets on my arms. Nobody suspects a thing.

I was cut off from my thoughts by my mother pounding on the door reminding me to get ready for school.

I walked into my bathroom nd frowned at what I see in the mirror. My boring blue eyes are dull and lifeless. My red lips are cracked and my blonde hair is tangled and knotted.

I place my hand on jy stomach and frown. My hip bones jut out and you can see my you can see my ribs. But yet I'm still too fat, I'll always be too fat.

Moving my way past my mirror I hop into the shower, quickly doing what needed to be done and hopping out.

Then I get out my blade and I turn my wrist. Closing my eyes ,I take a deep breath before I start cutting.

One slash for being fat.

Another for being ugly.

And one last slash for Lila, and her not being able to continue her final year in school. She won't be able to protect me. I'm alone.

Biting my lip I hold back the tears. Once I get myself under control. I place my wrist under the sink. The water streams down cleaning my wrist.

I pat my wrist dry and bandage them before getting dressed making sure to hide my scars with a long sleeve shirt.

Then I place my hair in a messy bun, I turn to the mirror and apply mascara and eyeliner. I take a step back nd look at myself.

Ugly as always.

I slip on my black combat boots and I glance at the time 8:00 am. Perfect. Now my parents won't question about me not eating.

I grab my phone and back pack and my car keys before shouting bye to my parents as I leave the house.

I quickly drive to school and as soon as I park everybody turns towards me. As I get out of my car and walk towards the building, I keep my head down not looking at anybody. Still with my head down I can see the people snickering, whispering and pointing at me.

I make my face emotionless and they continue to gossip bout me, I pick up on a few words.

"Ugly"

"Fat"

"Worthless"

"Why is she still here?"

Then the last one makes me freeze for a second.

"Lila's dead"

So they know. It is a small town, word travels fast. I pick up my pace, trying to get to main office.

I l ready know it's going to be long day.