Souls You Can't Save

After The Fact

I went through the rest of the day ignoring everyone.

Blank expression.

Blank mind.

But the only thing that wasn't empty was the canvas on my arms, the reason I wore sweatshirts, the reason for everything.

They gave me the tool of self destruction, and I used it.

Through the whole day, I didn't really hear anyone. I didn't care that people were trying to speak to me, but one thing got my attention.As I walked to my usual lunch table to sit with my friends I noticed something. There was a boy, a boy I didn't recognize sitting at our table. Being the bitter sarcastic person I am, I turned to Nevaeh and calmly inquired.

"Who the fuck is this."

She looked at me with the same shocked expression as usual. As I looked at my friend's shocked faces, I realized that what I said was really uncalled for.

"Jesus people. I'm having a bad day, okay?"

I looked at the kid, and he looked really chill, despite my sudden outburst.

"Don't worry, they warned me." he stated coolly.

I stared at him before simply saying "Sorry kid. Anyway, what's your name?"

"Patrick. You're Celeste?"

I nodded my head and got back to eating my lunch. I felt grossed out just by eating and pushed my tray in front of me, laying my head on the table. I felt my phone buzz, and saw a text from Quinn.

'you okay? you look like shit rn'

I picked my head up and glared at him across the table before putting my head back down.My phone buzzed 3 more times, and looked down to see:

'i'm serious. are you okay?'

'you need to eat.'

'i swear to god don't make me come over there. I think i know what's wrong, and if im right, you need to talk to me.'

I sighed deeply before raising my head and grabbing an apple off my tray. I looked Quinn straight in the eye as I took a bite, and then threw the apple into the trashcan behind me. Scooting the chair back loudly, I got up from the seat, deciding to wander the halls before my next class.

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I decided to run home.

Grabbing my keys and opening the front door, I was greeted by my cat, Skellington. I named him after Jack Skellington because of the stripe down his back resembling a skeleton. Walking through the kitchen, I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and headed up to my room.

Doing what I seem to do often, yet again ungraciously flopping onto my bed while pulling my phone out of my pocket.

I scrolled mindlessly through social media until I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

I was stupid for starting the habit, because I got addicted. I got overweighed by emotions, and it was the only way I could let it out. Otherwise I felt numb.

I had to break the habit.

But I didn't want to.
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Ok AN sorry but just for the record, the people in the cast are people in real life, yes they are my friends, yes some of this is based off my life but a majority of it is realistic fiction