Suicidal

Chapter 9: - Stitches and scars

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."

Washington Irwin

(Play the song when it says so for added effect.)

Song:
Smother ~ Daughter

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CHAPTER NINE;

STITCHES AND SCARS -

I'd always known the time would come, for my dog Betsy, to pass of old age.

It's situations like these, that I had the foggiest idea of how to control them. I've panicked, been stressed out and fell close into a deep sadness.....My emotions normally fly all over the place, and I fail miserably to control and steady myself. At least, that's what happened when Grandma had passed. But now, Betsy, our warm and cuddly cocker - spaniel has left us behind as well, and my emotions seem to be flying through the roof.

It didn't help either, that it was a Monday, a dull, gloomy, foggy and miserable Monday. 

The bereavement was as if I was floating, on the thin surface of water. Slowly drifting into the never - ending melancholy, floating like a lost soul. But then it felt like I was sinking into the water, drowning in my sorrow and coldness.

School came across rather quickly, and it was only a matter of time before I was standing inside of the iron gates.  The students were barely awake, by the look of it, and the few occasional late teachers coming out of their cars looked as dull as the colour grey.

I however, felt positive and negative. Happy and sad altogether. Mainly because (1) I'd (hopefully) get to spend another lunchtime with the strange Lucas Grimshaw, and (2) I still feel like an emotional wreck after Betsy's death - all of the bewilderment was surrounding me, floating in the atmosphere.

I walked into my class, and took my usual seat. "Hey Lara." A cold and merciless voice said behind me.

I turned around, and noticed who the broken voice belonged to. "Heya Lucas, you ok? Wait! Clearly you're not with........with those stitches on your cheeks! What....what happened to you?"

He looked confused, and after pausing for a moment, he answered "Oh sugar. Yeah......i-it's kinda a long story, can I explain it to you at lunch? If that's okay with you?"

Now that was smooth. A different way of asking me to spend my lunch hour with him. I considered two options though: It'd be good to spend lunch with him, and get to know the strange "Lucas Grimshaw" that little bit better, but then again.....if I don't catch up with my Textiles revision, then I'd be in great trouble.....

Screw it.

"Sure! I'll meet you by the bench?"

Form hadn't finished until another twenty minutes, and by the time it did, I was ready to tackle the lessons ahead of me, and dash off to the brown bench, where we listened to music together......