High school romance

Mental hospital

*Miriam's pov*

Even with Louis as my boyfriend, i was still majorly bothered by Dustin. He treated me like crap all the time. He had treated me the same way ever since he had met me in English in 9th grade. Of course I had had a crush on him ever since I had lied eyes on him. I was also pretty sure that he hated me. He seemed to loathe me.

Every time he looked at me he looked at me with utter disgust. Even with Louis around he was mean to me. When we walked past the popular table during lunch he sneered and yelled "ugly." Then he threw a rock at me. It hit me in the forehead and I burst into tears. "Louis why'd he do that."

"I don't know. But don't worry I'll teach him a lesson."

"O-ok."

I felt so bad. Luckily, last period was over in no time. Louis drove me to my house and dropped me off. He had to go home and do his homework by himself. His parents were mad at him for spending so much time with me. As soon as I was inside the house, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. I took my snack to my room with me so I could do my homework.

It took me till about 3:30 to finish my homework. I chilled for a while. After eating dinner I decided to call my friend Elizabeth. She couldn't talk long because of course she was with her friends. I sat on the edge of my bed. Staring at a thumbtack they was hanging up my calendar. I kept contemplating grabbing it and name it scrape my wrist.

Eventually, about five minutes later I looked around making sure no one was watching me. In a spur of the moment decision, I reached for the tack and pulled it out of my walk. My calendar fell down. I rolled up the leg of my jeans. I quickly slashed at my ankle. There were thin white and red marks in my ankle. I knew I could easily cut it. I hobbled to the kitchen on my sort of sore leg. The knives were completely visible on the counter. I impulsively reached for a knife.

Surprisingly, it slid out of the slot easily. I stuck my arm out where you could clearly as the paleness of my wrist. I gently pressed the blade down on my skin. It didn't seem to bleed. Again, I rolled up my pants. I could again see the red and white lines fresh on my skin. I knew I could cut it easily. I scraped at my ankle.

I had now cut my leg. There was quite bit of blood flowing out. There was also a sudden sharp pain where I had cut. Shocked, I covered up the cut with my jeans. I glanced at my wrist. There were little dots across my wrist. They were bleeding just a little. I ran back to my room. My heart pounded as I heard my dad open the door to check on me. Then he closed it again. I continued to run to my room. I shut the door behind me. I breathed really hard trying to wrap my mind around the fact that really cut myself. I checked my leg. Blood was soaking through my jeans.

I couldn't tell dad. I would get yelled at and I would get in so much trouble. But I knew I needed someone to talk to. I decided to call my boyfriend Louis. "Louis I-I-I kinda did something bad."

"What did you do?"

"I-I-I cut myself."

"Miriam why?"

"It's hard to explain."

"I'm coming over right now."

"Ok."

I wanted to make sure dad knew that Louis was coming over. "Dad!"

"Yeah?"

"Louis is coming over is that ok?"

"Yeah. Why is he coming over?"

"Umm I don't know he said he wanted to talk."

"Ok."

Just as I had finished talking to my dad,and my dad went back to the garage. Louis was at the door. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, I opened the door for him. He stood there in the living room. "Show me your leg."