The Bigger Picture

Chapter 2: Hello, again.

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I saw his emerald eyes looking back at me with sympathy. I didn't like it, I don't like it when people look at me like I'm broken. I know that people still think that and I should just suck it up, but I can't. I can't just forget about what people think of me.

"Why?" He said. I seriously thought I could hear angels singing.

"Wh-what?" I croaked.

"Why? Why do you do that?" he said pointing down to my wrist. His expression was one I had only seen only when my best friend died. I didn't like it. I looked away. He was still pointing to my wrist.

I then looked down. I gasped. Both of my arms had blood seeping through the careless cuts on my wrists. I know I had done it before ,but I hadn't done it recently.

I hurriedly looked around. Every thing was white. I could tell I had a very unattractive confused look on my face.

"Wh-" I started, turning around but he was gone.

"Help!" I heard in the distance. I looked around in panic but saw no one.

I looked down again. I was standing on on see through glass. I think. I saw a scene with a girl that was running away from something,but I don't know what. Or who. The little voice in my head said. I continued to watch. She ran faster every minute. I hadn't seen her face yet. Then she just stopped.

She bent down and started to draw something in the dirt. I realized that she was now in what looked like a park. She was maybe 10 or 11. I'm not good with ages but that's my guess. I couldn't tell what it was at first then-

"Ranae!" A familiar voice shouted.

"Wha-" I sat up in my bed. I looked around to find a worried mother looking at me.

"Are you okay? Your sweating like you just ran a marathon?"

I then noticed that I was indeed drenched in sweat.

"No, I'm... fine. What happened?" I asked.

"I came to wake you up and you were sweating and...and saying something I couldn't understand?" She gave me a quizzing look.

I had no idea what she was talking about. I don't sleep talk or whatever it's called. My dream. It looked so real. I could have sworn-

"Ranae, you have to get out of bed, it's your first day of school don't want to be late-"

"Right" I cut her off.

She just smiled at me and nodded in response. I smiled back. It seemed like the reasonable thing to do.

She walked out and I got out of bed.

I was going to have to take another shower now that I'm all sweaty. I grabbed my towels from last night on my coat wrack behind my door. I went into my walk-in closet and I grabbed some random shirt, and then got a pair of skinny jeans from my drawers.

I walked out of my room

Then I stepped into the bathroom and and stripped setting my clothes and towels on the counter. I turned on the water waiting for it to get warm. Once it got to the right temperature I stepped in. About 20 minutes later I stepped out and dried off. Getting dressed in the steamy bathroom was almost unbearable.

I was wearing a band shirt from Pink Floyd that my mother got from her teen years. I don't know what it was doing in my closet but I really don't care. I then went back into my room and slipped on my converse. They were black and almost the only shoes I wore. But I loved them.