I'm in love with you.

chapter 16

*DELILAH POV*
All I see is black, I hear my name being called but I cant answer.
I wake up laying in my bed seeing the police walking out the door, the last thing I remember is cutting a lot, then taking a shit ton of pills. I sit up having a massive headache, I pull up my sleeve there's so many cuts EVERY where on my fore arm. it's really fucking bad.
"Delilah." I look over I didn't realize Sam, And Chandler were in here.
"Chandler get the fuck out before I mess you the fuck up." He just looked at me shocked. "I saved you.." he said.
"No you didn't, I wanted to die." he tilted his head and started walking out, Sam was asleep in the chair next to my bed. "You need help. Your 15" Chandler said, looking at me. "Yeah 15 inches deep in your mom, get the fuck out." He rolled his eyes, I heard the front door open then close.

About an hour later Sam had left and my Mom and Step dad got home and I guess they were tired and went to sleep, and honestly I don't think they now about anything that has happened. it was 10 pm when they got home and I just stayed in bed looking at the ceiling and finally fell asleep.

*NEXT DAY*
I woke up and put my hair in a pony tail and a white sweater *ignore the scarf* and some leggings and gabbed my sunglasses and my phone, I didn't really care about my book bag because there was nothing in it, it was all in my locker. I grabbed my skate board and skated to school. When I got there I just ignored everyone and went to my locker and got my book for my first class which I had with Chandler, come to think of it I have every class with him. I closed my locker. "Oh look is the suicidal loser who cuts herself for attention." fuck Hana. "Shut up. " I turn around and her two little slut push me down on the ground and Hana bends down and lifts my sleeves up. "Haha I hope you die from doing that, but next time don't text my boyfriend telling him you need him. Because he's mine and like I said, Die!" She take her phone out and takes a picture of me with my cuts, fuck what the fuck shit ugh. They leave and by know almost the whole grade was around me laughing I grab my notebook and text book and run to the bathroom.
"Fuck it." I whisper to myself I'm not gonna let her get in the way of my life. my phone starts buzzing like crazy, it was a whole bunch of stupid texts from people being mean and I kept getting tagged in a photo, I unlocked my phone and looked at the photo, it was the one she took, people screenshotted it and reposted it, about 50 people did. After all she was dating Chandler. I looked at my wrist I didn't cut for attention, nobody even knew I cut till Chandler pulled up my sleeve..
I cut because it makes me feel happy, like one part on my body is beautiful. Like I have so many little friends that are always there. That no matter if they bleed or scar their still always gonna be there.