Because of You

Because of You-4

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I woke up, and images of last night flooded back to me. I picked myself up and slumped into the kitchen and opened the drawer. Taking out what I wanted, a knife, I walked back to the front room and sat down.

I rolled up my sleeve and brought the knife up to my arm. I gulped, before pressing it into my skin, and sliding it down to my wrist.

"Shit!" I screamed, fuck that hurt. I stood up and ran to the bathroom, pulling out the first aid kit my mum used to insist on keeping.

-Flashback-

"It'll come in handy, it will I know it! One of these days, you'll be crying out in pain, no one will know what to do, then we'll think 'Ah, mummy's first aid kit!' and everything will be better!" Mum said, as she piled tons of first aid stuff into the shopping trolley.

"Alright, Mum, whatever you say!" I said, rolling my eyes.

-Flashback over-

She was right, that was only a few months ago, I am crying out in pain. I remember that day vividly, we had a good time shopping, other than her crazy buys! Still got most of them.

I looked down at my now bandaged arm. I always heard that cutting was a good way of relieving yourself, a way to help depression. Whoever said that is such a turd face, it kills!

I looked at the clock, ten fifteen. Hmm... May as well go to school in time for third period, it might take my mind off things.

"Pfft, likely!" I said to myself, padding upstairs to get dressed.

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Walking through the doors, all eyes turned to me. I pretended not to notice and headed to the back of the room, where I sat. My plan had backfired, and I was ten minutes late.

"Ms, would you care to step outside and explain why you are late to my class?" my teacher addressed me. She never used our names, it was always something along the lines of ms and young man. Funny if you think about it.

"My personal issues are nothing to do with you, or anyone else for that matter." I said in a very matter of fact tone, earning me a few nods, and a few questioning looks.

"Is that so, well I suggest we send you to the guidance councillor, does anyone else know about these problems?" what's her problem? My business is my business, thank god Ryan finished school, dick. Thinking of him makes me want to scream, he made such a fool of me!

"No. No they don't." I stood up, having had enough, and headed right out of that room. What is it with everyone? Have I really committed such a sin? Not that I know of. I reached out and took out my pocket knife. Examining the blade, I headed to the girls toilets.

"What've I got to loose? I have nobody who cares." I was just running the blade down my other arm when the door burst open.

"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?" it was Matt, a hot guy, but an enormous player.

"Cutting myself, what's it look like?" you'd have thought I'd learn from earlier, but I'm determined for something to work.

"Please tell me you're being sarcastic, why would you want to do tgat? Miss sent me to look for you, and I found you cutting yourself with a pocket knife? What IS wrong with you?" he grabbed my shoulders, after taking the knife and putting it in his pocket.

"Like I said, nobody needs to know, what's mine is mine, including my PERSONAL issues." I said, and tried to squirm free, but he had a firm grip. Damn him and his muscles.

"Nope, you don't leave until you tell me at least one reason for this." he said, raising an eyebrow.

"My parents were murdered, and I had to watch." I said, and his hands dropped to his sides. I took this opertunity to run out of the room, and back home...