Chapter 4

9 0 0
                                    

My eyes were filling up. I could barely see. I riffled through the small box, little cuts forming on my fingers as they searched.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry" I kept repeating to myself, hoping my friends knew. Meg & Dia's 'monster' was blasting through my headphones. I finally found the one I was looking for.
The biggest sharpener blade that I have ever owned was resting in my hand. I stared at it, the light shining off the sharp edge. Then I looked at the scars already there, a story for every one.
I took a deep breath and stabbed the blade deep into my arm.
I dragged it along my wrist. My screams compressed into whimpers. The blood dripping down my arm onto the carpet.

The next day I woke up before my alarm went off. I didn't want to go to school, but my mum wasn't working today and would know that I was still here.
I walked downstairs quickly and grabbed my bag clutching my wrist the whole time.
As I got dressed for school I heard my phone ring. I went over, filled with dread. It was Kellin. I let it ring.

At the coffee shop, while I was waiting I caught a glimpse of my ugly reflection on the stainless steel bench. I wore black tights under dark grey shorts and my converse hightops. I wore a grey hoodie under my black school shirt. And my hair was in one long sideways braid over my shoulder.

"There you go, 1 large white mocha. That'll be $7, are you a student?" The lady at the register asked.
"Yeah, year ten" I said handing over the money.
"OK do you want a loyalty card? Every time you buy a large coffee for the next 4 weeks you get 25% off" she continued.
"Yeah, sure" I said and took the card from her hand.
"Thank you for visiting 'the high' coffee shop" she called in a sweet, perky, high pitched voice as I left.

Authors note:

So. First really dramatic event over.
I just wanted to say that I am going to write a short story soon. Just letting you know that there might not be many chapters coming up for a while. X3

QOTD: How do you feel about Andi?

DepressionistWhere stories live. Discover now