Consumed

Change in routine

The cold lifeless piece of metal was held to my skin. How can a object have so much power over you? I pushed down as tears fell from my eyes, departing to pull it and pierce my skin. The voices in my head were driving my insane. Do it, c'mon. Do it you piece of shit. You fuck up, kill yourself. I switched directions of the blade and pulled. I'm not even strong enough to kill myself. I pushed the blade back in me, slicing my wrist a couple times. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. Your so fucking crazy, you stupid bitch. Blood was dripping from the cuts. I set the razor down, looked in the mirror. I'm a monster. I turned the faucet on so water was gently slipping out. I glided my wrist under it, watching the red water fill the sink. It stung, but I loved the pain.

I walked out the bathroom with the blade. I went to my room and Laid in bed, looking at the metal. I got up and put back in its hiding place. I got dressed for school, I just threw some leggings, and a long sleeved shirt on with a brown leather jacket. I put on my boots, and put mascara on. I pulled my dirty blonde up into a ponytail.

I pulled my self downstairs to see my parents drinking coffee, at each end of the table. I didn't say a word, just grabbed a water and my book bag and left. Fuck them. I grabbed my skate board and skated to school, it's only about 7 blocks away. I watched the cars drive past, one push in the wrong direction could end it, end this. But I couldn't.  When I got to school, I put my skateboard in my locker. I didn't feel like being here, but I didn't feel like being home either. I walked to my class, my arm itching, head pounding, stomach hurting, eyes burning. I sat down and looked around. It's Friday so the cheer leaders have there short skirts and obnoxious bows in their head. The football players all have their jerseys on. The girls that didn't make it on the cheer team, sit behind the cheerleaders, talking shit. The boys that always get into trouble are in the back of the class. And I'm in front, waiting for this damn glass to end. Civic starts and I do what I'm asked, and class ends. I walk outside of the class and I hear shouts. I walk towards it and I see a football player yelling at a kid in a wheel chair.

"Why the fuck did touch me fucking weirdo!"

The kid in the wheel chair sat there, not knowing what to say. Where are the fucking teachers? The football player, I think his name is Noah, kept shouting. I pushed myself threw the crowd who just sat and watched, to the boy. I stepped in, Front of him.

" fuck off." I simply said to the prick. He smirked, "who are you?" He scoffed.

" it doesn't matter leave the kid alone, he probably didn't mean to hit you." I looked back at the kid who was ready to cry, I felt for him.

" the little bitch ran into me! He scuffed my fucking new shoes!" He pointed to the back of his ugly ass Jordan's.

"Oh wow, would you look at that, picking on a fucking crippled kid for messing up your ugly ass shoes! I but you a new pair! I'll buy your broke ass 10!" I shouted, I was so upset. He was about to hit me when someone caught his hand. Noah turned around, getting a punch to nose. He fell to the ground. I looked at the kid, who was looking at Noah. He had  jet black hair that wash pushed back. Short on the sides and long in front. He had black skinny jeans with holes on the knees, with a white shirt and some boots.

"Get up." He simply said to Noah. Noah isn't as tall, but he's buffer then the other guy.

"Fucking prick!" He stood up and swung at the kid. He ducked his punch and and uppercut him. He grabbed Noah by the head and slammed him into the locker. I was surprised by how strong he was. The teachers came, and grabbed the kid by his hands, and pulled them to the back of him. Noah laid on the ground cursing at everyone in the world. I looked at the mystery kid one more time, he looked behind him at me, with a small smile. Damn.

I looked behind me and the kid in the wheel chair had the same expression as me. We laughed a little. Little nervous laughs.