This One's for the Broken

Chapter 2- Here's to the Anxious

My alarm clock woke me up out of a perfect slumber. I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to shower. After a most relaxing shower, I threw on a bathrobe and headed down to my kitchen. No one was home except me, which wasn't a big surprise. It's like this every morning.

I turned on the stove and my music then I began to dance around to get my egg ready. I threw some toast in the toaster. After about three minutes, the pop of the toaster let me know that part of my breakfast was done. I buttered it and twirled over to the stove. I flipped my egg onto a plate and walked over to the table.

After I ate, I rushed upstairs and changed into my ripped acid wash jeans and a Danger Days t-shirt. The tee shirt had the Danger Days spider on the front, in white, while the tee shirt itself was black. I went to the bathroom and applied a bit of eye liner and mascara. Then I blow dried my hair so it has a bit of volume, and my bangs swooped the right way, just below my eye brows. I then threw on a black slouch beanie and grabbed my cell. I had a text from Eli saying I could come over. I smiled and walked to my bathroom to brush my teeth.

Locking the doors, I threw on a jacket and rushed out of the door. Eli lived two blocks from here, so I decided to walk. Halfway to his house, I stopped at the park. I walked around for a bit, then climbed the tree closest to me, and sat on the branch.

The sky was dark with rain clouds, and lighting crashed in the distance. I balanced myself on a branch, and pulled my knees up to my chest, watching the storm. A wave of sudden depression took over me as I watched the storm. Rain slowly fell, then began to fall in heavy drops. I slip my way down the tree and continued to walk to Eli's house.

Walking fast, I only got partially soaked. But I was still freezing my butt off. I frowned as I knocked on the door. Eli would probably think I am a dork for staying outside for so long. Footsteps approached the entrance, so I stepped back a bit.

The door swung open and Eli was standing there. He had his hair done up, and he wore a Black Parade shirt with gray jeans. He only had socks on, and in his had was a sketch book.

"Holy crap you are soaked!" Eli exclaimed and hurried me inside. He ran upstairs and came back with a towel. I wrapped it around myself and stood awkwardly.

"Well, this is my house..." I smiled. We walked through the front room and into the kitchen, then turned right and walked to the living room. There was a small doorway on the right wall, and we walked in to another small hallway with a bathroom and a bedroom.

"That's my room," Eli remarked, than opened the door. He had posters lining the wall. My Chemical Romance posters, Hesitant Alien posters, and a humorous School or Rock poster that said, "Worship the Band". His bed was in a corner against the wall, and he had a nightstand on the left side. On it was a small alarm clock, his phone, and wallet. A small dresser also stood on the opposite side of the room. Eli's walls were painted gray, which matched his bed sheets. There was also a desk with a black office chair. I sat on that chair, and Eli sat on the bed.

"How're you?" I questioned, breaking the silence.

"I'm great," Eli remarked. I smiled. "What about you?"

"I'm good." My earlier wave of depression had ceased. "What's your life story?" I asked.

"First I want to hear about yours," he countered, leaning closer to me. I shrugged.

"Well," I began, thinking about my past. "As you know I have depression." Eli nodded. "I got depression around sixth grade when I was bullied for how I looked. The bullying was a from a few individuals, and continued through eighth grade. Eighth grade I had enough of all the torment. I became suicidal and tried to take my life once, using pills. I was rushed to the hospital and I survived. I was put into counseling and was prescribed anti-depressants to take. I didn't take my pills because they made me really hyper. Then around February, I jumped off the roof of my house. I broke my leg, but that was it. I was forced to take my pills, but slowly the pressure on me wore off, and I stopped taking them again. I began to cut, and was ridiculed for that too." I paused and look at Eli. He had a grim expression on his face, but I could tell he had been intently listening. "One day, I cut a little too deep. I was again rushed to the emergency room, and I began to the process of recovery. This was in ninth grade. I have stopped cutting, but I still have the scars. The bullying mostly stopped, well, until I started my junior year."