𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳-𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯

eleven

chapter eleven:
moments later

It was dark, Charlie couldn't grasp where she was when she opened her eyes in a heavy manner. She felt stuck as she twitched her fingers slightly.

The dirt beneath her was soft and slightly wet, it mended into the cracks of her skin as she sat upwards. She pressed her fingers atop her forehead hissing in discomfort when she felt the wound.

She let out a shaky breath as she forced herself to walk down the pathway. Her body was freezing cold as she approached the entrance of the camp grounds. She kept walking until she spotted Hanna's car, she forced the door open and slipped inside, she turned the engine on and drove off.

She felt lightheaded but she ignored it as she drove towards the hospital. She blinked her eyes struggling to stay awake as she let out heaps of air.

She rubbed at her eyes harshly as she looked at the clock on the car radio. She turned down the road going towards her house instead.

She ignored the pain as she got out of the car and ran inside of her house. She could hear the chatter of her mom and brother in the living room.

She slipped up the stairs quietly going into her bedroom and pushing the door shut. She neared her desk opening the drawer and grabbing the first aid kit she kept for emergencies.

She grabbed spare clothes and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, she paused at the sight, she didn't recognize herself.

The girl that was staring back at her wasn't Charlie. This was a stranger, someone broken. She sighed as she opened the cabinet not wanting to see her face.

She grabbed the pain medicine she had and took a bunch of them out. They felt so cold on her palm as she turned the sink water on.

She pushed the cabinet shut with a bang as she put the pills into her mouth. She felt them slowly melting as she let the water slip into the palm of her hand. She drank the water and swallowed, it burned at first then it felt cold.

She let out a heavy breath as she opened the first aid kit and grabbed the needle and thread. She wanted to scream when it jabbed into her skin.

She remained silent as she leaned into the sink for support. It ached like thousands of knifes were jabbing into her flesh over and over.

She knew that feeling so well, sixteen years old and she knew the agony of death slipping into her flesh. She ignore the tears that slipped down her cheeks as she pushed the needle in further.

Her phone buzzed loudly in her back pocket. She ignored it as she pulled the thread through one last time before tying it away.

A wave of calmness overcame her being as she took her clothes off and changed. She pushed her hair over the wound making sure it was noticeable.

She looked at the bottle of pills that rested in the cabinet. Just one more, one more and you'll be free of all this pain and suffering.

One more and A won't even scare you anymore. She grabbed the bottle ignoring the shaking of her hands as she pulled the lid off.