By mid July. I started to calm down enough to do little things. Noah would stay with me when my panic attacks flared up. He would sit down beside me holding me kissing the top of my head. Then slowly things changed....
He stopped coming by like he used to. Instead of every other day he came once a week. My heart longed for him...He stopped calling telling me he missed me or he loves me. I felt like a forgotten piece of art.
I decided one day to go over to his house. It had been forever since I was there. I looked into the window to find him on the sofa but, on there with him was another girl kissing her. My heart broke. I knocked on the door and immediately left. The door opened. "Mai!" Noah yelled. Tears welled up in my eyes. "What? Was I just a waste of time for you! I'm sorry for not being skinny, I'm sorry for not being the girl of your goddamn dreams!" I yelled. I walked away Noah kept yelling my name. "I can explain!!!" I was done... I wasn't his and I never was...
I got home ten minutes later and slammed the door shut. My heart raced. My breathing quickened... slowly sliding down to the ground I was breaking into tears. My phone rang off the hook. It was Noah. I pulled it out and answered and yelled. "What the fuck do you want!!!! To tell me every bullshit lie? I'm done fucking trying!!! Go to hell!!" I threw the phone across the room. Crash! I just kept crying. My life has been screwed up. My parents are dead. My boyfriend is in love with the other girl. My heart was racing. Was anything going to get better? My friends stopped talking to me. Was I that much of a bug?
I ran to my room and rummaged through my jewelry box to find it. I stepped into the bathroom. Life was never going to be better... was it? I grabbed my pills from the cabinet and started to take them as the water filled the tub. I sank into it. My heart raced. Was I really going to do this? I knew I already made up my mind. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. I took the blade and slid it across my wrist repeatedly. The blood trickled down. Drip. I dropped the blade, blood flowing quickly out of my wrist turning the water red.
It was going to be over. I'm numb . My is vision blurred. I layed my head on the back of the tub. Sleep... That's all I needed. Sleep...
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The Last Wave I Encountered
Teen Fiction"I will keep fighting until I can't fight anymore." Mai is a 15 year old girl on the verge of finishing her freshman year she is a quiet, to herself and was an average girl hiding in the background. She was able to hide in the sidelines until she e...
