I stood under the scorching water trying to scrub off all the bad but it was still there. My skin was red and hot, but it didn’t hurt yet. If it didn’t hurt then it wouldn’t wash away. I scrubbed myself for the fifth time only to fail desperately.
“Are you okay in there?” A nurse goes around and checks on everyone in their rooms every five or ten minutes.
“Yeah!” I yelled out trying to make my voice believable.
I’m pathetic. Trying to wash away the bad. I’m such a failure. Sara didn’t see me fit as a reason to wake up every day, so why should I see myself fit as a reason?
Everything is crashing down around me. I don’t want to wake up anymore, because it’s really only a constant nightmare.
Why wouldn’t everything swirl away with the water?! I started to panic. Nothing is right and I can’t fix anything. I dropped to my knees. It felt like I’d been stabbed in the gut and my chest started throbbing with pain. I couldn’t feel anything else though.
My hearing got really distant and a loud ringing sound took over. My vision blurred out.
“I’m such a fuck up! I can’t stay in a relationship with anyone and I don’t know where I always go wrong! Oh, wait! I do know where I go wrong. It’s because I’m a stupid, ugly, slut…”
“Don’t say that, Sara,” I was angry that her (ex) boyfriend had hurt her.
“Why? It’s true,” She truly thought that of herself.
I shook my head, disappointed, “I still think you’re beautiful.”
“Don’t lie to me like everyone else.”
I took her hands in mine and kissed her quickly,” I’m not. I mean it.”
“Why can’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re crazy; just like me,” I smiled and she smiled a bit back at me.
“You have really pretty green eyes…” Sara muttered almost to herself.
“Green eyes aren’t really that pretty,” I replied.
“Yours are.”
I shook my head and smiled.
“Can I see your arm?” She held it out to me and I pushed her sleeve up.
“I think you’re beautiful and I don’t ever want to lose you.”
Sara opened her mouth to speak.
“Are you okay in there?” the nurse yelled in once again.
“Yeah!” I yelled out in tears.
I climbed out of the shower wrapping a towel around my waist and turning off the water. I went over to the mirror where I wiped away my tears. I brushed my teeth quickly, trying to calm down in the process then I pulled on my clean clothes. After I took in a deep breath, I combed my wet hair to the side and put on deodorant before heading out towards the lounging area where Kayden was already waiting patiently for me.
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Crimson
Teen FictionA boy named Fallon falls for his bestfriend, but never tells her. Her name is Sara. Sara self-harmed, but when her and Fallon met, Fallon was already recovered. A year after they met, Sara committed suicide. Fallon soon attempts too, but fails. Not...
