The afterlife of Ruby Black

Prolouge

*warning may be triggering*

She sat in her room and cried. She was so done with every body and everything. being second best or not near second best in her miserable case was just tiring; the girl that everyone forgets about, that was her, the back up friend for when somebody had, had an idiotic argument with one of their other friends. Given up all hope she runs, runs away from everything all in one second as the blade slices across her skin... she hasn't done it before...once or twice,maybe a few times ,but she told herself she would never do it again. It would only cause trouble,but deep down a little voice an evil voice the devils voice tells her that it will make every thing better.

Breathing shakily in she closes her eyes and tips her head up a few tears leaking out and rolling down her gaunt cheeks. she knows that she is past the edge, she knows its her time to go. The niggling thought that maybe after a walk she would feel better.No! No more putting off the inevitable she sternly tells herself.She cant stay still, her knee jumping up and down as her shaky hand holding the blade hovers above her green vein.Struggling to stay calm she slowly brings the shiny blade down so its touching her porcelain skin, covered in bruises and burns.

She cant do it, its too hard. wimp! wimpy whiny wuss! the voice taunts.Wailing she jumps up, the razor blade falling to the floor, pulling and tugging at her hair,willing everything to be gone, for her to disappear, to fade away into glorious nothingness. It would be better that way, easier.

A sudden sound of laughter comes from outside. Her family is home. Oh god they cant see me like this. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!

She remembers the pot of pills she hid under the ledge of the medicine cabinate.running to the bathroom she scrabbles for them,she hears her little sister chattering away, she feels bad but she knows it has to be this way.She wasnt made for the living, shes not good enough, and she tells her self this as she swallows each pill to freedom on by one.

Her mother gets the feeling something is not quite right...She calls her daughters name and knocks on the bathroom door. The knocking stedlity truns into banging. Her mother calls Her father and he breacks the door down, fearing what he would find. He tells her mother to stay back, but she doesnt she runs into the bathroom seeing her daughter sprawled on the the floor coverd in her own puke. Her mother collapses beside her whimpering in panic, she struggles to find a pulse. Her father stands and stares in complete and utter shock. Her twelve year old sister pokes her head in to see whats going on, little does she know what she sees will change her entire life. She screams. Running to find a phone she dials 999 and calls for an ambulence, stuttering when she talks. The neighbours come round to quench their burning curiosity to what all the palava is all about, cringing as they come to realise what has taken place... All this time The girl has been standing watching blankly the events that are taking place, waiting to be picked up and taken where she needs to go...