60 Ways To Die Before June

Chapter 1 

The mornings get colder and the nights more restless. All I can do is think about him; he is what I want. It feels like every night he holds me and whispers ways we can meet. I've never met him before; that is the thing that scares me a little, but the idea of holding his hand washes over that. I think about him so much that my parents start to worry, my hair starts to thin, my eyebags make my eyes look like they're sinking, and I refuse to eat. I want to stay nice and beautiful for him when he visits the chicken, and broccoli won't help me achieve that. I lay in bed till I heard someone knock at my door.

"Cherish, kiddo, can I speak to you?" My dad is a youth pastor, so he thinks he is good with kids, which he isn't. I don't have enough fingers for every time he yells at me or another kid at Sunday school.

"Yeah, come in." He opens the door and sits at the foot of my bed.
"Cherish, me and Nancy want to send you to therapy; we're scared for you. You haven't eaten, you haven't come to church with us, and your grades are slipping." Dad calls mum Nancy; they barely have a conversation that's not a screaming match. They hate each other. If there was a word that meant more than that, I would say it, but I'm too tired to think about it.

"I don't need therapy. Dad, I'm fine." I just want him to stop prodding at my life. I'm 16, and I can't live how I want to.
"Cherish, please; me and your mother don't want you to rot away like this." I cut him off.
"DAD! I'm not rotting away for god's sake; I eat at school, and I'm just tired. The neighbors keep having parties next door, which is why I'm tired." His expression shows that he doesn't believe me, but he sighs and plants a small kiss on my forehead before leaving.

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