When I got home Chase was sitting on the couch. "Chase I need your help I-" Before I could finish my sentance a blonde girl from school named Sabrina or something came out of our kitchen. Chase looked up to see what I was staring at.
"Oh uh... Bree this is Sabrina. My g-girlfriend." He stuttered his words. "What did you need help with?"
"Nothing." I shook my head and ran off. I could feel Chase's worried face watching me as I ran away.
I decided to run to the bathroom. I stood there for five minutes just looking at myself in the mirror. I was thinking some different things. Like,
Maybe I am ugly.
Should I kill myself.
Chase can live without me.
I can't live without him and he's leaving me so there is nothing to live for.
I take the razor blade out of my book bag and cut the other arm three different times. The pain hurt but felt good at the same time. I believe this is the only thing keeping me here. It used to be Chase too but he's drifting away and probably doesn't love me the way I love him.
When I say "love" I mean love. Not some dumb sibling love I mean love, love. And before I start to get a lecture from you, I already know its kinda wrong but we are not actually biologically related. So, it doesn't matter as much.
I just want that comforting hug and a shoulder to cry from Chase. My favorite was his reassuring smile telling me that everything was going to be okay.
Its gone now. Because of Sabrina. Thanks a lot. I got so mad I cut myself on the same arm this time too deep. Blood staring pouring out of the wound I just recently cut. Everything started getting blurry and then I hit the soft rug on the bathroom floor and everything went black as I closed my eyes.
