Help Me

One

(Carson)

My eyes slowly opened to the ceiling fan spinning above me, blowing a cool breeze on my sweaty, puffy face. I sat up and immediately regretted it. I scrunched my nose in pain and put a palm to my forehead. I guess my body hadn't made up for all the blood I lost last night. I lifted my sweatshirt sleeve to reveal my wrist, the deep slits already scabbed over. I reached up to feel my eye. There was a cut on my eyebrow and my cheek bone was badly bruised. Tears slowly surfaced in my green eyes as I recalled last nights events...

"Carson Everette Williamson are you ever going to do anything around here? You're worthless! All you ever do is hide away in your room! Do you expect me to do everything around here?! You know I don't have to let you live here! If you don't want to be here then just leave! I don't care about you! No one does! And no one ever will!" My mom screamed at me.

She chucked an empty beer bottle at my face, it breaking just as it hit. I reached up and felt where it had it. I looked at my hand... Blood. I could feel the tears pooling but I quickly blinked them back. I would not give her the satisfaction. I ran to the bathroom, shutting the door and latching it. I grabbed my razor blade and got in the shower...

I shook my head, as if it would erase the past. I glanced at the clock, 7:54 AM. I jumped up and pulled on some jeans, grabbing my shoes I ran to my old truck. I drove to the school, yanking a brush through my hair and quickly checking myself in the rear view. I had huge gray bags under my eyes.

Too late now Carson.

I sprinted into the school, barely making it into my seat before the bell rang.

(Hudson)

8:22 AM. I was late. Oh well. I got ready, in no hurry. Who cared if I was late? Not my a parents, that's for sure. I walked out to the garage. I surveyed the line up of vintage cars.

"Which one today, Hudson?" I asked myself, stroking an invisible beard. I grabbed the keys to the 1971 Mustang. I climbed in, gunned the engine, and smirked to myself. It was gonna be a good day. 

I pulled into the school parking lot, parking in a teacher only spot.

Waltzing into first period, I leisurely took my place next to Carson. She was studying her notes carefully.

"Mr. Davis. I'm glad to see you decided to show up." I looked up at the teacher who had interrupted my thoughts, everyone else turning to me.

"Better late than never?" I suggested.

"You have not been on time to class once this year. I suggest you get your priorities straight Hudson. Now as I was saying, photosynthesis..."

I tuned the old bastard out, turning back to Carson.

"Hey," I muttered. She didn't respond. "Hey," I whispered a bit louder. She turned. "Did you get last night's homework done?" She slowly nodded. "Mind if I copy?"

"What, were you too busy screwing five different girls to get it done?" She glared at me.

"Biotch."

"Excuse me?"

"Whatever."

(Picture of Carson)