The Lesser Girl

The loneliest Number

Trigger warming self harm
She went home quiet and no one confronted her when she was silent. Its scared her that no one noticed she was quiet. She's normally laughing and talking really loud but this was different for herself . It worried her that not even her closest friends noticed. Elizabeth, her closest friend who had seen her every morning noticed nothing. In spite all of that, henery noticed. Henry, the guy that barely saw her but had infected known her the longest. She had just crossed the street into her neighborhood as her phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw " Curley top" on the screen. She knew Henry wanted to talk to her but she declined the call putting the phone back in her pocket. Henry tried calling her a few more times, she declined them all and eventually muted notification for him. The phone stopped going off till suddenly jakes ring tone went off. She answered it hoping he would have something important do say. "Yellow, who is this.", she said already knowing who it is. "hey its just me, henry called me and told me something very concerning!". She stopped walking , frozen in her place by this sentence . She took a deep breath. Did he know about her cutting she kept asking her self. "What did henry tell you jake?" She sighed. "Why would you do that to your self?" Jake hissed in the phone. "Why are you friends with him, it's disgusting to think that someone as low as him his ha.." She ended the call. He really called to complain about her appearance and how it made himself look. She looked at her phone screen and saw a tear fall on top. Jake was so blind to her problems. "Why is he so blind to everything!" She yell and she squeezed her phone. She stood there and wiped away her tears. She noticed Henry's house was right down the street. She debated just going straight to his house, so she could talk to him and maybe cheer up, but she didn't. She walked pass his house stopping considering going up and knocking on the door, but she took more steps off towards her own house. As she walked into her house her dogs greeted her with licks and kisses it made her smile, but only for that moment. She loved her two large dogs, they had always been a positive part in her life, they got her moving and out in the sun by simply wanting to play. She put her book bag down, grabbed a water and went up stairs. She turned the corner looked at her door and walked in closing it behind her. She was in her room and saw the one thing she need at the moment. On her dress laid a single blade razor. She walked up to it, picking it up delicately as if it was made of glass. She brought to to her skin, pressing it  to her skin. Slowly a tiny drop of red came from her skin. She used the blade the drag it out, letting out  more as she lifted it up and repeating this action. She got closer to her wrist and notice the blood getting darker and the pain increasing. She realized she had gone too far and stopped.