Saving Annalise

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The amazing cover is be _psychopath so all y'all go give her love!!
TRIGGER WARNING!!Short Chapter! (non edited)
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"Hey guys it's me Anna Marie! So today I will be answering some of y'all's questions!" she grabs her phone and smiles sweetly at the camera perched up on a pile of books in front of her.

"Okay let's get started. First I randomly went through Twitter picking 20 most frequently asked questions. So question one asks "how old are you?" 17." she giggles.

"Question two, "what's your favorite food?" ALL FOOD!!" She throws her arms around exasperating how much she loves ALL foods. After a bit of giggling she continues, "Question three.....Question eight......question thirteen..." She continues on with random giggly fits and a random sombrero on her head. "Finally question 20, "when will you be moving?" So for those of you who didn't know, I will be moving to California in three days. Oh I need to pack." she busts out giggling again and tried to continue, "I will be moving in with my aunt so I may be a tad bit late with videos....oops?"

"Okay so like, comment, subscribe for weekly videos and follow me on Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram, all those will be in the down bar below so have a good day! BYEEEE!" She covers the camera with her hand and turns it off.

Sitting down and letting out a deep breath she flops back on her bed. Counting to ten, she sits up and grabs her laptop and camera to begin editing her video for tomorrow. Cutting out some of her giggling fits, adding quiet background music, adding her links, and putting fun random sayings in random places for a few seconds.

After a few hours of editing she sets her computer and camera on her desk and trading them for her phone and headphones. Turning on her Pandora she lays back on her bed and stares up at the ceiling.

After a few hours of absolutely nothing but listening to music and imagining random things that will never happen Annalise is pulled out of her trance by a loud knock on her door.

"Come in!" She sits up and pulls one of her headphones out of her ear.

"Sweetie have you packed?"

"No." Annalise rolls her eyes and adjust on her bed where her feet hang off and she faces her mom.

"Oh, well um your father wants you to be ready for Wednesday."

"Okay mom," she sighs, "I'll start packing now."

"Well now is dinner." Only then did Annalise notice the giant plate of food her mom was holding.

"Um thanks can you set it on my desk? I'm going to wash up." with that she walks past her mother, to the bathroom.

Turning on the water she grabs a little paper cup, used for rinsing out her mouth, and fills it to the top then drinks it. Drinking about four more of the little cups she walks to her room and sees the plate on her desk but her mom is gone.

What a great mom...

Letting out a deep sigh and grabbing the plate she opens the window to dump the food to her dads dog. She watches as the food hits the ground and Buster eats it in a matter of minutes.

"Thanks big guy." She whispers and shakes her head with a small smile she puts the plate back on her desk and closes the window.

Sighing out exaggeratingly loud she grabs her two suitcases from the top of her tiny closet and a duffel bag from under her twin sized bed. Setting them on her bed wide open she begins flinging all her clothes, shoes, and any other little random things she sees or thinks of, not worrying about neatness.

When Annalise finishes packing what she thinks is all she smiles and puts her two full suitcases by her bedroom door then sits at her desk. Pulling up YouTube she catches up on all her subscriptions.

Thousands of videos later she puts her laptop aside and checks the time. Seeing as it's 3:46 in the morning she creeps down the long hall leading her to the kitchen. Quickly grabbing a cold water bottle out of the fridge she rushes back to her room and shuts the door.

Sighing in content that she didn't get caught this time, Annalise leans her back against her door and slides down it. Pulling her knees closer to her chest and letting her head fall, she grabs fist fills of hair and cries.

The pain is unbearable, wishing nights could be as numb as the days seems like a distant dream to her.

Annalise reaches over and opens the small bottom drawer, grabbing a tiny plastic bag she dumps the six blades out. Looking at each of them on the ground, Annalise grabs the biggest one and with mascara tear stains running along her cheek and glossy eyes she drags the cold lifeless metal across her delicate wrist.

Two cuts.

Three cuts.

Nothing but pain, blood, and tears cover her boney frame. She doesn't stop though, not after six or ten. The pain inside has to escape some how so she keeps on, crediting herself with none being too deep, but that's only to cover her disgust.

After staring at her stained red wrists she gathers the blades and puts them in their rightful place then goes to the bathroom.

Staring at her reflection and hating every ounce of skin, fat, and just everything. She turns on the water, strips down, and steps into the warm hands of the water.

Just standing their thinking Annalise can't stop the thoughts of death. How much easier it would be to dīe and leave this pain behind, but she knew she couldn't do it. She was too weak, too pathetic, and that's what hurt the most to her.

She wasn't stopping her self for the hope of the future, or hurting her parents, she just wouldn't because she was too weak, pathetic even.

The warmth of the water had dropped and Annalise began to shake so she quickly scrubbed the dried blood away and wash her hair. Then quickly turning off the water and wrapping in her towel, Annalise walks to her dark lonely room that's filled with old memories. Terrorizing and happy.

After putting on her long sleeves sweater and Nike Pros she climbs in bed. Letting the days exhaust take over, she is soon engulfed into the dark restless sleep that follows after every numb day.