*DISCONTINUED*One day, I'll make the sky extra pretty for you | Chris Sturniolo

~chapter five~

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chapter five

irl

irl

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nobodys pov

lexi knew today would be terrible, but she didnt know it would be this terrible. when she got to school she took a deep breath and sighed as she exhaled. 

she put on the same fake smile she has on everyday as she walks through the front door. she went to the office to get her schedule and was checking it as she walked through the halls to get to the science lab because of course she had to have science out of all subjects for first period. 

she finally makes it to class and gets out her notebook and pencil case after she sits down in the chair. she made it two minutes before the bell rang so she had a couple minutes to spare. she digs through her bag to find a hair tie so her hair isnt in her face during class.

 just as she begins to put her hair up she hears a voice coming from the right of her,

" yo, whos lex putting her hair up for " she whips her head over to see her ex, caleb, sitting on his desk next to her daping up his friend, jackson, who is standing.

" can you shut the actual fuck up " i ask already annoyed.

" umm no i cant, " he mocks causing jackson to laugh

i shoot him a death stare and he immediately stops. 

the bell rings but the teacher isnt here yet so everyone is still talking and doing whatever tf their doing.

lexis pov 

i stand up grabbing my bag " im done " beginning to walk out of the door when im stopped by calebs voice once again,

" yea go cry about you little bitch " i flip him off without turning around acting like just seeing him didnt trigger me.

once im sure nobody can see me i sprint into a bathroom stall. i lock the bathroom stall and quietly walk to the brick wall just to slide down it. i open the front pocket of my backpack and pull out a pencil sharpener.

as tears begin to well up in my eyes i make sure i brought a shit ton of bracelets to cover up what im about to do.

i pick the blade out of the plastic shape. tears now falling down my face as i slide the blade across my wrist. i sit and watch to blood poor out of the cut. i cut again but this time, deeper. i cut four more times, each time going deeper than the one before.

im about to do it one last time when i hear the bathroom door open.

i rush to clean up all the blood from my arm and some that dripped onto the floor. i wipe my wrist multiple time but it just wont stop bleeding. panick begins to set in when i hear my guidence counselor call my name sloftly.

i choose not to answer so maybe she thinks im somebody else.

i quickly lay the tissue on my wrist as i begin to cover the tissue with loads of bracelets. i put the pencil sharpener back together as i throw it back into the front pocket of my bag. 

i hear the bathroom door close again. i let out a sigh of relief. 

fuck it i think to myself im skipping.

i put down the toilet seat so my jeans arent where people put their bare ass. i pop my airpods in and scroll through tiktok for the next 45 minutes until the bell rings and i begin to head to second period, art,  thank god i have art so i can just chill because the art teacher, mrs. clay, ( ironic ik ) and i are really close. 

the rest of the day was just absolutely shit 

a/n

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ik this was a very serious chapter but we have to bring awareness to it

i hope you guys know no matter what you guys are going through, youre not alone.

if you ever have suicidal thoughts call 1-800-273-8255(TALK) ( for america )

anyway im going to bed gn my sweets

love u guys so fucking much 

( if u ever need to vent jus message me privately )