Not Enough Time

Chapter 5

Amy:

I ran into my house, up my stairs and into my room. I shut the door quickly, panting. I looked down at my leg, it still looked like it was bleeding and it stung from rubbing against my jeans. I pulled off my jeans, almost half of the cuts on my leg were open. I went over to my drawer and grab everything I needed. I then walked into my bathroom washed my leg, I bit my lip trying to hold back the scream. All the dried blood was gone,but my leg continued to bleed. I held a towel to hit, hoping that the pressure will make the bleeding stop. After a couple of minutes, I took off the towel and my cuts finally stopped bleeding. I was feeling a little bit light headed as I poured hydrogen peroxide on my leg. Again I bit my lip, but harder, finally I wrapped my leg in gauze and taped it down. I walked into my room and threw on a pair of baggy sweatpants. I sit on my bed, close my eyes and start thinking of lies I could possibly tell Toby. But all of them didn't make sense.

"Amy dinners ready," said my dad. I went down stairs, still feeling really light headed I grabbed the railing, I slowly made my way to the kitchen table. I sat down and looked at my plate, I smiled, my dad made my favorite food, spaghetti. I ate my food really fast, not realizing how hungry I actually was. Once I was finished I look at my dad and said, "thank you for dinner it was really good." He gave me a small smile, and then I excused my self from the table. I picked up all the dirty dishes and started to wash them, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My dad was behind me and he said, "I will do the dishes, you look tired. Go to relax." I was surprised that he offered to do the dishes. I let my dad take over, I went up the stairs and I stopped in front of the only closed door in the entire house. I contemplated about opening the door, that has been shut for almost 8 years. I decided that it wasn't a good idea, I took my hand off the handle and continued to my room. I laid on my bed and grabbed my phone, I knew that no one would text me, but when I went to unlock my phone I had a text. It obviously someone i didn't know, I read the text,"Hey is everything okay? Did I do something?" I sighed, it was Toby. How did he even get my number? I thought about not responding, but that would be mean, and he has been nice to me, and hasn't judged me. After a couple of minutes I texted back, "Yeah I'm fine." right away I got a text back saying "you sure? You looked like you were in a lot of pain." i just sat there, I don't know what to say without telling him the truth. I set my phone down, laid down, and slowly drifted off.

Toby:

I held an ice pack up to my face as I state at my phone, waiting for Amy to reply. I look at the clock and it was almost 11. I decided that she wasn't going to reply, I put my phone on the charger, and headed towards my bathroom so I could take a shower. I threw my ice pack in the garbage, and looked in the mirror. The side of my face was swollen and was already starting to bruise. I sighed as I got in the shower, I tried to take as quick as a shower as possible because I was really tired and I just wanted this day to be over with. I hopped out of the shower, put on a pair of basketball shorts and tried to fall asleep. But the scene at the beach kept replaying in my head. I just rubbed her leg and then it just started to bleed. It didn't make sense. Maybe she had a cut on her leg...but it wouldn't bleed that much if it was only one cut. I shook the thought of her legs being cut up out of my head. I couldn't see her as someone who would want to hurt herself. I laid there contemplating whether or not she could really do such a thing. I came to the conclusion that it was impossible, then I slowly fell asleep.

I woke up at 5:50 I turned off my alarm, because I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. I got up and put on shorts and a shirt and walked into the bathroom. The entire left side of my face was bruised, I could try and cover it up with my moms makeup but I know there would be a noticeable difference in skin color, since I was tanner then her. I will just say that I fell and hit my face on a table, I don't care if people laugh at me. I will survive. I walked down the stairs, and grabbed an orange and started to peel it as I walked out the door.

I finished my orange as I walked through the school doors, I was early so I walked slowly to my locker. By the time I got there everyone else started arriving to school, I picked up my books for my first couple of classes and as I was closing my locker I saw her in the corner of my eye. Amy was walking towards me, probably going to her locker, she was wearing leggings, sandals, and a flannel shirt, and her hair was straight, she looked beautiful. I realized I was staring at her again, so I went up to her, I gave her a smile and said "Hey, you never answered me last night."

"yeah...sorry I guess I fell asleep."

"well are you better?"

"yeah, I'm fine."

"oh okay, well do you want to walk to english together?"

"sure..." said amy, she was so quiet that I could barely even hear her. We walked in silence again, one step forward five steps back. I tried to think of anything to talk about but my mind went blank. We arrived to class and both took the same spots as we did yesterday. All of a sudden the four words I have been trying to hold back came out of my mouth, "Do you hurt yourself?"