THIS BOOK CONTAINS: TALK ABOUT SUICIDE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTING, SELF-HARM, RAPE, ABUSE, AND STRONG LANGUAGE. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING, AS I WILL NOT BE WARNING IN THE STORY, MAYBE IN SOME. (mostly because I will forget)
Calista Perez is a sweet and...
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TW: Self-Harm and Domestic Abuse.
3:31 am, October 1st, my favorite time of the year. Well, right now, I am struggling. Why? I have a 6'2, 180-pound soccer player on my boobs right now.
At first, I just lay there and played with his hair and admired his sleeping face. He's super attractive, I can't help that.
I lift his arm, trying to get to the bathroom; hopefully, this works. SPOILER ALERT, it doesn't, actually, it goes the opposite. I mentally groan when his grip gets tighter.
I start playing with his hair again, trying to coax him awake. "Elijah," I whisper. He hums as his response. I braid little braids with his hair. "I need to go to the bathroom," He groans and moves his head where he's looking up at me.
"I'm comfy though. You're the best pillow you know?" He says while his eyes blink slowly.
"I'll be right back, I promise." His grip gets tighter, then he lets go. I get up and head to my bathroom. I quickly do my business, flush the toilet, and wash my hands. I lock the door and pull my hoodie off.
I look in my body mirror, my face contorts into a face of disgust as I turn to the side, looking at myself. I walk to my cabinet above the sink and reach for my Pura-Vida jewelry box.
I take the part that is holding the earrings and necklace out, revealing two razors out of a pencil sharpener and 12 random pills.
Those pills were supposed to be gone last year. Before Caleb kicked us out, before leaving was even mentioned.
My ex-boyfriend, Matteo, spread rumors that I did stuff with him. Every day, people who didn't even know me were calling me a whore or a slut.
I took the pills from Gabi; they were for seasonal allergies, and a couple for depression. Alex found me on the floor. I cut my arms at least 30 times on each arm, and I took 8 pills; it almost worked, but he rushed me to the hospital.
I decided to get the razor out and cut 5 times on each arm. I get the wrap and wrap my arms. 'I thought about food and wanted some, so I deserve this.' I thought to myself.
"Cal?" Elijah's voice startles me, I rush and put everything back, and throw my hoodie back on.
"Coming!" I open the door and lie back down. He puts his head on my chest and wraps his arms around me once more.
"Play with my hair, Cal." He whines
I could get used to this.
Gross, why did I think that?
Because you're falling for him again.
"Okay, calm down, dormilón." I play with his hair, and he sighs contentedly. (Sleepyhead)
"What does that mean?" He yawns and closes his eyes once again.
I smile, he's so cute when he's sleepy. "Nothing, amor, rest now." I rub his back
