Bleeding Through to See

Chapter 3

A/N I must thank pretty much the only person who ever reads this story TheifofSpoons. Thank you for voting and commenting. It means so much to me. It keeps me believing in myself.

Anyways heres Chapter 3. Enjoy.

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Numb, that's all I am. I can't even feel the metal blade pierce into my skin. It's not a good thing, my subconscious is trying to warn me.
How could they? How dare they? Anger was building up inside of me. My body was violently shaking while my mind was on overload. I wasn't even paying attention to where, how deep or long I was cutting. Just calm down, a small voice sounded through my head. No! This isn't going unnoticed, I screamed back.

As I glanced down, I noticed my blood was slowly creeping across the floor looking for it's owner. Sitting there just staring at the crimson red sliding against the oak, for the first time since last night, I felt nothing. Actually more than nothing, I felt like a shadow in the dark slowly disappearing as the light shines down.

Have you ever felt like everything you do is for nothing? Like the cutting across your wrist don't even get noticed? The weight you continue losing cause you just don't want to eat anymore isn't even seen? Or the drugs that run through your system and makes you all out of it no one seems to see you the difference in you?

I swear no one even notices me, the only time they do is when my last name gets said and everyone then talks about Henry. Then all of the sudden the attention is on me. Random people I don't even know saying how he was an amazing little boy and he was taken too soon. They were right, however none of them knew him. So how in the hell could they say something like that to me when they don't even know the true Henry.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone to notice the scars on my wrist. Well I at least want my parents to know. Maybe then they would realize they need to stop arguing and try to repair this family. Maybe then they would care about their last child who only wants to be happy again.

There is one person that knows I cut and always tries to help me. His name is Joshua Quincy and he is my best friend. We have known each other since the first grade and have just continued to get closer and closer through out the years. He was the only person that really has noticed something is wrong and it might seem like I'm not grateful for it but I am. It's just hard to really talk to Joshy about it.

Slowly the pain in my heart started to make it's way back in, I reached for the knife.

Beep, I looked over to my side table and saw that I received a text message. Laying the still covered with blood knife on my bed I grabbed my phone. Text message-- From Joshy

Hey girly, you better not be all gloomy today. We are going to the mall with Tiff. YOU BETTER BE READY IN TEN MINUTES!

I had to smile at that text, so like Josh to tell me how things are going to be. Josh even though he seemed a little weird, which he was, always knew how to make people smile. Well if you were on his good side. He loves Final Fantasy, Pokémon, almost all musicals and plays known to man, anime and most importantly his cats. I will admit he does have a temper and has depression like me. But we are alike. He doesn't like people to know about his problems, same with me.

Slowly I stood up and decided that I might as well get ready before Josh gets here. I walked into my bathroom and took out the first aid kit. I quickly wrapped my wrists and tossed my tshirt into the hamper. Taking off my jeans, I heard car doors slam shut. They were here.

Rushing to my closet I threw on a gray tank top and pulled over a purple plaid long sleeve shirt. I picked up one of my Star City jeans and pulled them up just moments before Tiff busted into my room.

Tiffany was my best friend that was a girl. She was a lot like Josh and myself. Her medium length hair was pin straight and her piercing hazel eyes were amazing. I was always jelly of her, I mean she is beautiful and she doesn't even have to try. Although I don't think she realized it. Today she was wearing a pair of boot cut jeans and an orange draped over her black tank top along with silver flats.

"Oh wow. You actually got your lazy ass up and got dressed before I had to come up here and do it for you." She rolled her eyes.

But she was telling the truth. The last time we hung out she had to mostly come and get me out of bed along with pick out my outfit. Yeah, yeah I know it's kind of pathetic.

"Yes Tiff. I got up. What are we gonna do this fine day?"

That moment Josh stepped in the door frame and looked over at Tiff. The look on both of their face said get ready for something big.

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Sorry it's taking a while for me to update. I know this isn't my best chapter mostly a fill in. But anyways let me know what you think.