Somehow, I managed to make it through the day without having an emotional break down.
The bell rang to dismiss school and I practically flew to my locker. I didn't want to see Jonah again today.
All I had to do was hold this fake smile for 10 more minutes. Then I'd be home with my only friend.
My wrists began to itch just thinking of the release they'd be getting.
"Hey shorty," an all-too-familiar voice called.
Son of a bitch.
"Can I help you Jonah?" I asked, a sense of hostality in my voice.
"Chill the fuck out Han. I just said hi okay? If you could stop being a bitch for literally two seconds maybe you could get a god damn friend!" He snapped.
Wow. Okay. They obviously weren't talking about me this morning. I felt... disappointed?
"Okay Jonah. I get it. I hate you, you hate me. Stop fucking tormenting me. I go through enough at home I don't need this shit from you too!" I yelled.
I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I just confessed. God dammit.
I flew down the hallway and more importantly, away from Jonah before he could question me further.
That's the worst thing about having my mother's temper. I hold everything in till one day, it's just too much. I snap. Words flow from my mouth before my brain can catch up with them. That's what had just happened.
"Hannah wait!" Jonah called.
I didn't even realize he was following me.
"What Jonah?" I yelled turning around.
"I'm sorry Han. I had no idea. I still have no idea what you go through at home. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. You didn't deserve any of this." Jonah said.
I was so close to wrapping my arms around him and telling him it was okay. I couldn't do that though, I couldn't let him any closer than he already is.
"Thanks Jonah. That means a lot. Now I've gotta get home before I'm late." I told him as I turned around.
"Let me drive you?" He said, but it came out more of a question.
He'll question me the whole way there but I'd rather have an uncomfortable car ride than face my mom after I got home late.
"Fine." I replied and walked toward him.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
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Cuts, bruises, and broken hearts
Teen FictionDepression, anxiety, and anorexia make a day in the life of Hannah Brooklyn nearly impossible.