Louis' Depressed Girl

Chapter one: Falling in the Black.

*Edited*

"Jack," my strained voice cried out, my eyes filling with cold tears, threating to pour out.

"I can't help you anymore Mia!" His voice was distant and anger was evident on his face.

I grasped onto his hand lightly, "Please," my voice begged.

He pulled up my arm and drew a line with the the tip of his index finger, trailing it down a line of faded and fresh scars,"This Mia. This is why we can't be together..." He whispered.

"Y-you're embarrassed of me?" I stuttered. "I CAN'T HELP IT! I'M ALWAYS TREATED DIFFERENTLY!" I hiccuped softly, brushing away fallen tears from my damped cheeks.

"It's not that.." Jack said, his voice low in sadness.

"No, I understand," I cut him off. He ran his hands through his brown knotted hair in frustration and I begun to spin on my heels and run out of the house in tears. I just lost the one person who meant the most to me.

***

I flickered through the channels mindlessly, before I pulled out my cell phone going over my contacts. I came across Jack's and deleted it quickly before I had the chance to call him, pleading for him to take my stupid self back.
I threw my phone onto the couch and stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom, staring in the dirty mirror with disgust.
My black hair matted against my head. My pale skin dirty from not showering.I was a mess, A disaster.

I glanced at the sink and saw a silver blade sitting against the white porcelain rim. My shaky hands grasped onto it slowly, my breath hitching deep within my throat. To stop the pain, I repeated in my head, to stop the pain.

The blade sharply tore my skin open, a trail of dark, red, blood trailing down my arm. I dropped on my frail knees, crying from the sadness built up in my small, weak body. I don't deserve to be alive. All I do is ruin everything, I think to myself. I'm such a disgrace that my own boyfriend, who would never judge any of my actions in the past, left me.

I threw the blade to the tiled ground, the clinking of the metal echoing around the small room. I picked myself up and turned the knob to the shower on slowly, waiting for the hot water to click on. I stripped off my white tank top and my black torn shorts to the ground, kicking them away. I hesitantly stepped inside and allow the comforting steam to indulge me, wiping away my sorrows. Beads of water trailed down the slope of my nose, distracting me from the haunting thoughts that were swirling in my brain. When I felt comfortable, I turned the water off and stepped out. I wrapped a tiny blue, ripped towel around my body as I made my way too my closet in the other room. I pull the wooden door open, revealing a small selection of clothing.

My eyes skimmed for a few minutes, my mind debating on what would suit my figure for this occasion. I decide on a small, black dress and throw it over my head, adjusting it a little. It ends mid thigh, and begins at the top of my chest. I reach over and grab my clutch with a few singles in it and head out the door.

When I arrive at "Neon", the club I decide to go to, I quickly headed inside. I stumbled over to the bar asking for 2 shots of the strongest alcohol beverage that they had. The waiter handed me a green liquid in a shot glass, I smiled politely before chugging them both down and slamming the glass against the wooden table. I wiped my mouth and walked to the dance floor.

I raised my hands in the air carefree, as I let my body rock to the music. A pair of husky hands snaked around my waist holding me tight. I laughed and turned to face him, he had beautiful curly hair and green sparkling eyes. He grinned at me, I smiled back.