She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 8

I woke up to the sweet voice of Kellin Quinn and his acoustic Scene Five- With Ears to See and Eyes to hear. God if I ever got the chance to marry that man, I would.

I slowly stirred as my eyes fluttered open revealing my dark room. I let the song play out, filling the room with the voice of an angel. I yanked my phone from my charger where it had been sitting since yesterday morning because I had forgotten to take it to school. I had a few missed calls, one from Mia and a couple were unknown. That's a little weird, maybe she tried calling from her one of her parent's phones. I logged onto my main Instagram account and flicked through my newsfeed.

Boring.

Girls posting pictures of food they can't live without. Teenyboppers posting photos of them half naked and every second photo was a selfie of a girl from my school with their boobs up to their chin, why was I following them again? I guess I was sorta jealous, at least they had boobs. Then I looked in my newsfeed I had three likes and two friend requests. Ugh I hated this account, I liked my other private one better.

One of the requests was called, 'freak_gets_rejected'. What the hell? My eyebrows knitted together as I clicked on the account and looked at the single photo displayed. It was a picture of me and Sophie in front of my locker yesterday morning and I looked like I was about to cry. I read through every comment and it had received over one-hundred and fifty likes.

"She's a freak, good on you Soph!"

"Ew. Did you disinfect yourself wouldn't want to get infected by her weirdness."

I could feel a sob build up in my throat. And then I read the second last comment on the photo.

"So glad I got rid of her. She was starting to get on my nerves."

A single tear escaped the side of my eye and slid down my cheek. I turned off my phone and placed it next to my alarm.

How could she say that? We were best friends...

The voices came back, taunting the back of my head. Whispering vicious, cruel words in my ear.

'You really think you meant something to her.'

'Freak. It suits you.'

'Come on fatty get out of bed.'

Get out of my fucking head! I flipped the sheets off myself and retrieved the white box from my cupboard. No ones home so I didn't even bother locking myself in my bathroom. I opened the box and chose my newest, sharpest blade. I striped from my pj bottoms and lifted the blade to my skin breathed out and slid it across my bare skin. I watched at the little red beads of crimson slipped down my leg as I added more cuts until the tears stopped. The pain was still there but the voices had vanished. Satisfied. I went and had a shower.

School was tedious and long. It felt like everyone was looking at me. I hated it. I felt like a baby zebra amongst a bunch of hungry lions. I did my best to avoid the Queen Bees but I walked past them once on the way to my last class. I looked at the ground the whole time even when they started muttering words or covering words with their fake coughs. I hurried on down the hall to my history class. I know it was early but I didn't care. It's not like I had anyone to talk to out here anyway.

I walked into the heated room and took my usual seat up the back by the window. I could hear people come in chattering and giggling. Chairs scraped as people took their seats but I just continued staring out the window or I would glance down to my hands every now and then. The sky was overcast and the sun managed to escape through the clouds in the little patches, drizzle from the light rain caught on the window as it slipped down leaving a wet slippery trail.