A Depressed Teen

Chapter 3 -The date-

Here we are at 'the cibo'. We ordered ham and cheese with pineapple toppings pizza and garlic bread.

"You look gorgeous" he started talking and I could sense him smiling.

"Quite handsome yourself" I smiled.

Our food arrived, I swallowed the lump in my throat. He pulled out a slice off the tray and I followed his act. I spread the little white handkerchief along my lap. I know I would regret it. I still forced to eat a slice.

I swallowed it and I smiled at him. We had finished our meal. So he paid for it and we left. I felt truly disgusting in myself.

We enter his Lamborghini once more he kept on smiling. We left out the parking lot of the restaurant.

"Kiss me" he begged pulling over off the busy road.

"Wait,what?...No my breath smell like shit" I shrugged.

"Com'n" he whined. He pulled me from my seat while pushing his seat back. I climbed ontop of him. He was only fiddling with my bra hook while we wildly kiss. He opened it in matter of seconds.

Us 2 breathless still kissing in his car. I didn't let us get too far. We continued kissing and he ran his hands up my leg.

He stopped kissing me when he felt the viscous cuts lingered on my leg. I crawled of him fixing my clothes. I felt his eyes staring at me. I sighed as he questioned me.

"What's on your thighs" he said with a curious look on his face.

"Nothing" I sternly said.
He glared at me and lifted my dress. I swat his hands away. He rubbed them.

"B,let me see"he begged me. He lifted my dress again shocked more than ever.
I wiped my tears and he looked up to my face.

"I have little pups at home" I half lied. He did not believe my half lie. "B,that's a lie,well not entirely" he hissed at me.

"Ohk," I sighed and fixed so he looked me in the eyes." My family makes me feel like shit" I started and he anxiously listened.

"I hate to see how much people hurt so I'm not that type to yell at them or reply to them" I look out the window see the rushing cars pass us.

"B,don't tell me you do this to yourself,please no" he teared up. I started crying now my dress was stained. I nod my head and he turned back on the busy road.
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He was really angry with me when we got home. He didn't speak to me. He jogged up to my room and started changing his clothes.

"I'm going home to park my car I'll be back" he muttered unable to look at me.

I sat on my bed full of sighs. I got up and undress myself then went in the shower. He was back and I hadn't finishing dressing. He step out the room while I walked in.

My little sister fell ill and she was burning with a fever. Jordaine really loved that little girl. He would do anything for her. He went downstairs to go give her goodnight kisses.

I was dressed when he had came back. He didn't say word to me barely looked at me. He was disgusted in me really.

I rolled into the bed.

"Your not gonna say
anything?" I asked and he faced me.

"No,what should I say?" he hissed in a hushed voice.

"Well, you gotta talk to me" I cried and he didn't reply.

He turned around and turn of the bedside lamp. "Babe,I'm sorry" I teared moving closer to him. "Nah,its too hot for that shit" he replied sternly. I felt awful.

I lay down in bed with horrible thoughts lingering in my head.

What if he hates me.

What if we break up.

Is he going to 'talk' to a different girl.

No one likes bitches who cut themselves.

I stood up out of my bed and went to my bathroom. I opened the cabinet to get my anti-depressants. My hands are shaking and pills flew out my hands.

About 9 flew into my hands and I downed them. I hated my self as I retrieved my blades from their hiding spot.

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I looked at my bathroom mirror and I wanted to cut off every inch of my fat. I instantly threw up. I grabbed my belly fat and pierced the thick blade in it. Blood gushed out and I sunk it deeper. Not giving a shit either.

Next came my thighs.
I grabbed my thigh's fat and played the blade on my skin like a violin. The bathroom full of blood but I couldn't care less.

I marked my veins with a pen then took the razor blade back up. I violently slide the blade on my wrist.

I was losing lots of blood. I heard Jordaine get up and came to the bathroom. I was laid on the floor cold and lifeless. He opened the door to see his girlfriend's breathless body.