"I'm Fine"

Chapter 2//Not Alone

28 days before the suicide.

I woke up and felt the pain in my stomache and the dizzieness in my head. Its been days, Ayla. You need to eat. No. Not yet. I check my alarm clock, 5:47. I reluctantly get out of bed and take a shower.

The hot water stung my cuts. I suddenly get the urge to cut. Stairing at the blade in the counter, I grab it and let it rest on my skin for a moment, not cutting, just sitting there before I sliced my skin.

Blood ran down my wrists and to the bathtub floor. Evem though I was feeling perfectly fine, I still cut.

Cutting is my cocain. You soon get addicted, even after one use, and you get the urge to snuff the powder even in public. Exept my cocain is silver, not white.

I get dressed and head to the bus stop.
Kids don't stare at my this time. Did it stop? Did it really stop? I think untill I relize that everyone was stairing at a girl and laughing. Is this some inside joke?

I jog up to her, feeling pitty, and ask whats wrong. But before I had the chance to ask, everyone chanted.

"AYLA AND SERENA SITTIN' IN A TREE. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. FIRST C-" the voices begain to fade when she enters the bathroom. They all laugh as I walk in there with her. I hear from a boy on my way in "Thats right. Go slut of with the whore."

When I walk in, I hear quiet sobbs in the third stall. Then I see a drop of blood on the floor. She could be cutting. I have to stop her. Or she could just have a scrapped knee. My inside voice argued. I decide to knock on the door.

"Are you okay?"
A gasp comes from the stall and the sobbing stops.

"Yes. I'm f-fine" she says, he voice cracking.
"Your lying." I say.
She sighs and comes out after a moment. She trys to push past me but I grab her sholder. "I'll show you my wrists if you show my yours." I simply say. She nods and I pull up my sleaves. Cuts all accross my arms. Scars and fresh cuts covered every inch of my forarm. I didnt expect her cuts to be worse, but what lied under her long sleeves suprised me.

Cuts over cuts, every way, everwhere. Even one up her arm. She tried to die? I thought. I suddenly hugged her and she was suprised. So was I for that matter. My social anxiety prevented me from doing anything like that.
She stood stiff with her arms at her side.
After a few moments, She pulled away and pushed past me.

Great Ayla. You scared her off. I think as I walk to my next class.

A/N
Sorry its so friggin short!!
Also, I made a list of suicide, selfharm, depression songs that are amazing.

Dark enough
When she crys
Another empty bottle

Anyway, I really hope you love my book.

Stay strong. -Ayla