Faults, Scars, and Guitar Strings

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Most of all the guests from the party left early in the morning leaving 17 of us there. Everyone was still calling them the 13 victims, but we thought of a better name. There were original 13 then Lolita, Dylan, Anastasia and I. It took a lot longer than expected to come up with a name, but we wanted something unique and something that would set us apart from everyone else. We hung out the entire day at David's house without him there and had fun just like before except this time was a lot more fun. The more fun part was of course the concert last night. I was still high off of all the excitement.

"Kay," Lolita laughed, "you need to calm down!"

Everyone started laughing, "I can't! This has been so much fun!"

"Is this about your epiphany or whatever that you had at the hospital?" Maria asked.

"Yes!" I said, starting to laugh at myself, "It was seriously life changing. I wish I would have had that realization a year ago. It would have saved me a lot of pain. I truly feel, not to sound cliché, but I truly feel happier now. I can't believe things even got that bad that I wanted to kill myself. I mean I really went home every day and all I kept thinking was that I wanted to kill myself... I NEEDED to kill myself. I tried to I really did, but something stopped me every time. I can't believe some of you even noticed how skinny I was getting or how depressed I was. I assumed that because my parents couldn't figure it out then nobody could."

"I think your parents and the bullies are the only ones who didn't notice," Maria said, "because I know of a lot of people who did notice."

"Me too," Dylan said, "I even told some people about it."

"Did it make a difference though?" I asked, "Because no one tried to stop me until a few months ago. Do you know they actually handcuffed me to a chair and forced me to show them my arms? I mean come on even my dad left his study for five minutes to handle it."

"What's up with your dad?" someone asked.

"I think he's most of the reason why I was so depressed," I admitted. It was the first time I have ever come to realization about him. "He drinks a lot, claims he's working on his next book. That he needs his concentration so it can be a hit. He hides in there for days at a time. Usually only leaving for food and when he did, I could smell the alcohol on his breath."

"It brought you down," Dylan said.

"Yeah... it did. It brought me way down. I hated being in the house and I hated even seeing my parents because my mom's always been in denial about it. Neither one wants to admit that he has a problem," I said, "I just wish there was a way to make him realize what I did. So he can feel as great as I do. I know he's afraid that this book isn't going to be a hit. That it's not going to be successful like he wants it to be, but he just has to try."

"You need to tell him that," Lolita said, "Have an intervention like they did for you. Make him listen. Don't give him a choice."

"You think that would work?" I asked.

"Definitely," Lolita said, "and I know David's noticed."

"That's right," I smiled, changing the subject, "How's that going?"

Lolita's smile gave it away immediately, "Your brother is the sweetest and most caring boyfriend I have ever had. I'm very happy."

"Yay!" I smiled, "I'm so glad things are working out. I would hate it if things didn't."

"Even if they didn't, you will always be my sister and best friend. I wouldn't let awkwardness between him ruin that," Lolita said.

"Good," I said, "Have we agreed on a name yet for our group?"