This is a very triggering chapter
This goes for the rest of the book
So if u do not like cutting and such
Please restrain from this book
I pedaled after her
But I couldn't keep up and lost track of her
I looked around for a couple of minutes until I heard crying
"Ant!" I yelled
I pedaled over to see an open knife in her hand and a cuts on her pale wrists
"Oh my god" I whispered.
I ran over to her, grabbed the knife and put it in my pocket.
"What the hell" I said.
"Why... Why do I do this to me?... Fall in love... Hurting myself with feelings."
"Ant..." I began. "Come with me."
I lifted her up to her feet and I helped her on her bike. I got on mine and we pedaled to my house. We went into my room and I treated to Ant's cuts. They weren't to bad or many cuts.
"This is bad for you Ant," I said pointing to her cuts. "You don't need to do this."
"I... I didn't know what to do. I freaked out." She whispered. She lowered her head and started to cry.
I played her down in my bed and put a blanket over her. I shit off the light and left the room.
She needs sleep I thought.
I walked downstairs and to my backyard. I looked over to the lot next to my house.
It was empty and lonely. I hope Ant will be fine I thought. She's a strong girl. And I wonder who those what Cadel is up too... Probably getting it on with Maia! I laughed.
My mom came outside to me and said that Ant called for me.
I walked upstairs to my room to see Ant sitting up.
"Hey what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just feel more safe next to you."
She motioned me to lay down next to her, I played down and put my arm around her pulling her in. She snuggled into me and we feel asleep. Safe and sound...
We woke up a couple hours later to my mom, she was holding the phone, she handed it to Ant.
Ant's POV
I took the phone, "hello" I said.
"Yes this is your father."
Oh no I thought. My father was abusive, only my mom and Ryan knew of my depression. And my father was a jackass drunk.
"Listen sweetheart, you need to get your a** home, or I'll punish you, ok?"
"Yes..." I whispered.
I hung up and walked outside, I gave Ryan a hug and pedaled home.
When I got home my dad greeted me, he grabbed me when I got home by the arm firmly.
"Let her go," I heard my mom say. "She didn't do anything."
"Fine," he grunted.
He let me go leaving a bruise.
I faked smiled as I walked to my room. I grabbed my book and jumped on my bed. I was reading a book called The Cloud. It was a book about depression.
I loved it, it was like speaking to me, I was reading until my eyes felt heavy and I feel asleep. I slept away, into my thoughts...
Oh boy.
