Us.

Them: 1

I hate life.
I hate life with every once of my being. I sit here, with the pills and the blade, and remember dad. I hoped every night he'd come and save me like my king he is, but that's not happening.
~~~~~~the next night~~~~~
*at dinner*
Mom: "honey you should really go outside more"
Me: "idk mom, the sun kinda hurts my eyes also I have a lot of homework."
Mom: "ok love, good night."

That's how it went. We don't talk, she's seen the scars, she's heard my cries. She cares but doesn't want to ruin our "relationship".
If you could even call it that. We talk at dinner and in the morning sometimes, but any other time it's like we're not allowed to speak to each other.
I love her tho.
~~~~later that night~~~~
Damn it...
Every night it's the same old, same old. I have these feelings and I relapse...I'm not proud of it but it's better than taking my anger out on other people. It's better to take my anger and sadness out on myself than other people.
~~~~a couple days later~~~~
"Ok class, we will be working on a project. This will be a partner/group assignment, so choose wisely. There will be no working alone"
Suddenly there's a dark shadow covering my book, I look up to see the clearest pair of eyes I've ever seen.
"Do you want to work together?" They smirk. What? Why me?
I look at them cautiously "Um...yeah?...sure.".
They were very good looking 👌🏻, standing at 5'7, honey-ish hair with a bit of blonde. Deep green in one eye and crystal blue in the other eye.
"Your house or mine?"
"Um...your house"
They smirked "great".

We exchanged numbers so they could text me there house address. God what if I do something to embarrass myself? Oh Lordy.
***the texts****
•them•
So here's my address Barnard St. 3354 it's the light blue one with the black mail box and door.
•me•
Oh ok. You know I don't even know your name, Sorry.
•them•
Uh oh yeah sorry about that, it's Sam. Sam James. And what's your name?
•me•
Hannah. Hannah Hart. You have a great name btw 😉.
•Sam•
Oh thanks☺️. I love your name. Anyway, be at my house in like an hour, ok?
•me•
Ok.
~~~~~an hour later~~~~~
My mom dropped me off at their house. Oh my, it's was HUGE. It looked at least 2 or 3 story's high. It was a beautiful blue with white Windows and a little garden of white and red roses. The mailbox and door was black and so were the curtains. The house just looked like a warm and opening environment.
I walked up to the door, kinda scared to knock. I did it. Run away. Soon after a tall figure answered the door. He had to be their father. He looked tough but still had a warm smile on his face. I already liked him.
"I'm a friend of Sam. We're doing a project together." I said smiling, even tho I was terrified inside.
"Oh welcome in! *screams behind shoulder* SAM A FRIEND IS HERE. SHE SAID YOU TWO ARE DOING A PROJECT TOGETHER"
Sam came running downstairs. They were wearing a red basketball top and black basketball shorts.
"Oh hey Hannah. You ready?" They smiled. "Thanks dad, sorry you weren't loud enough I don't think China heard you." I laughed.
"Anyway, follow me upstairs." I did as I was told and went upstairs.

Their bedroom was gigantic. I could fit like 4 of my bedrooms in here, including my closet. I sat on the bed.
"So Sam, tell me about yourself." I said, realizing how little I knew if this person.
"Well what do you want to know?"
"Anything." I smiled.
"Ok well, I was adopted when I was 4 and I've lived here ever since. Im a smart as* and I usually get what I want." They smirked. I had a feeling they were going to be like this. "Tell me about your little fine self, Hannah."
I blushed. No ones ever called me fine, "well, I love reading and music. I sing, and my only language is sarcasm and stupid jokes."