"Yeah I like drugs, his names Sam." Sara said looking at Maddie. She smiled at me, "Why him?" "Because, I can light a joint, roll a cigarette, or smoke pot any day. But it's not everyday when someone like him comes into your life"
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Sara's POV: Maddie left but Skate stayed. "Take off your sweat shirt." He said. I did so leaving me in a tank top. He looked at my face then my wrists which were now covered in bandages. Never have I once thought of suicide. One because I'm too scared to do it. And two because I'm extremely scared to do it. He slowly removed the bandages revealing the cuts and slashes. "My wrist is my canvas and my razor is my paint brush." He mumbled under his breath. "I've seen that quote all over the place." He said holding both of my wrists in his large hands. "Go put on a shirt. I'm taking you somewhere." He said standing up. I put on a long sleeve shirt and followed Nate to my car. I threw him my keys and got in the passenger seat.
Nate pulled up to a tattoo parlor and parked the car. "What are we doing here." I said, Nate just got out of the car and started walking in. I shook my head and followed. Just seconds later I was sitting on a chair with a guy who was holding a needle with the ink on it. He looked at my forearm then back up at me. I nodded, he started to imprint the number 29. Why 29? I don't know. Nate made me get it. It looked like
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Ten minutes later he cleaned it the. Put bandages over it then I walked towards the counter where Nate was waiting for me with a bandage in the same place. After we paid we were walking back to my car and I finally asked the question that was in the back of my throat forever. "Why 29?" "Because it's the number of fresh cuts that were implanted yesterday and I want you to look at the tattoo very closely and think that a lot of people care about you. I took the bandage off quickly looking closely seeing letters that were very small underneath the number. MF, JG, JJ, SW, NM I matched names to every single one of those. All of the names of my best friends. Except Sam. I put the bandage back grabbing Nate's hand and looming at his. His was identical to mine but except of his own initials mine were in his place. I fixed the bandage then drove him home before driving myself home. I can't believe it's been a week. I had to go back to hell tomorrow.
The next morning
My alarm was blaring in my ear, groaning I got up and got dressed in sweat pants and a baggy shirt. Putting my hair up in a messy bun I walked downstairs towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. Only to notice that there was no food. I groaned walking to my car and starting it. I plugged my phone into the aux cord and put it on shuffle.
Soon enough I was sitting at a desk tapping my pencil against my paper during the last hour. "Ok class, as we all know graduation is in two weeks. We're having the seniors dance next Friday." Mr. Sinty said before getting up and dismissing the class. He always let us out a few minutes early.
Sammy's POV: I knew school was over for Sara so I decided to go to the house to pick up some more clothes, and maybe, if I'm lucky enough, apologize. I broke up with that bitch I called my girlfriend, thank God. She was driving me batty. I pulled into the driveway shutting off my car. The door was unlocked so I just walked in. The house was silent. But I knew Sara was here because her car was out front and her phone was on the table. So I walked up the stairs toward my room which lucky for me Sara's room was right next to it so I had to pass it on my way. The door was creaked open and there was sobbing coming from inside. I didn't want to invade privacy but my heart just about broke when I heard the sobs which I already knew belonged to Sara. I quietly stepped into her room and saw that her bathroom door was open. And that was probably where she was. "I want to so bad." She said quietly, "I want to." Just by hearing her voice she was in pain. I slowly walked to the bathroom and stood at an angle where I could see her but she couldn't see me. She had her sweatshirt sleeves rolled up and a lighter in her hand along with razors resting on the sink top. Her face was red and blotchy with tears streaking down them. Her lip trembled, her eyes blood-shot. Why was she feeling this way. She brought the lighter up to her wrist and was about to turn it on when she saw me. "Sara. Give it to me." I said in a quiet gentle voice and held my hand out. She shook her head. "I want to do it so badly!" She said. Tears were falling down her face. She didn't look at me with hatred. She was screaming for help on the inside. "I get the same damn question over and over again. Are you ok? And I always respond with the same thing. "Yes I'm fine." but no I'm am nowhere near done. But does anyone care to notice? No, Because I'm just a waste of everyone's time. I just want to be done Sam. I want to be done." She said getting quieter towards the end. "I want life to be done." She whispered crumbling to the floor still clutching the lighter. I took a step towards her and she let me. I sat next to her holding out my hand. "I understand. I understand you want it to be done but in order for it to end you need to go through it." I said, she lightly placed the lighter in my hands then pulled her knees up to her chest. "Do you think I'm insane?" She asked leaning her head on my shoulder. "No. I think you're broken. And if it's alright with you I want to try and fix it."
A/N I hope you enjoyed the chapter because it was really hard to write. It's ok to not be ok. But everyone of you beautiful people will get through it. I promise.
