Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die

Chapter 1

"What do you mean?" Kathy fixed herself in the chair and placed her head in her hand. "I thought people who cut were just attention seekers."

"Excuse me?" Alex asked. "Where the hell did you get the information?"

"No one. I just asumed." 

"Well, no offense, but you sound so ignorant right now. Seriously. People don't cut for attention. They are troubled. They are confused and tired. Tired of everything around them and they don't know what to do or where to turn. They cut to get distracted from the outside world, because when you make that first cut you-"

"Whoa, whoa." Kathy said. She rose her hands. "I get it, it's okay. I'm sorry."

"No, I am. Sorry, I sorta just snapped."

"It's fine. Let's just get a bite and head home."

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     The air was becoming white and cold, the streets are becoming of salt and snow. As Alex crossed the street, snow fell from above and Kathy stuck out her tounge to catch it. They laughed as they walked into the bakery because the snow landed in her eye. Kathy ordered a smoothie while Alex ordered two Boston Cream donut, ice coffee and a bacon sandwich.

"Damn," Kathy commented. "You eat so much, yet you're so small. How?!"

 "I don't know. I think they go in my boobs."

 "I swear they do!" They both roared with laughter. "So, that guy, um, what was his name?"

"Chris?"

"There we go. You don't like him anymore?"

 "Nah, he was okay, but after a while, I realized it wasn't worth the wait." Alex took a bite of her donut. "Besides, he didn't seem to be the right one."

 "Ah, I feel you." She sipped her drink.

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     Alex got home and walked to her room. It was a small, custom built room in the living room so that Alex could stop sharing a room with her mother. The walls are "boring" wood, but she brought it to life with her posters of 1D, movie actors and band members. Her "door" was a cloest slider, but it worked perfectly for this situation. Her room was rather big, but with her bed, her desk, her crates fulled with books and clothes, it made her room look extra small.

     She looked at her pad with her homework in it. "Only math.. Screw it. I hate math so much. Stupid Ms. Feller."  She threw her bag on the floor and took out her iPod. She scanned through it until she found Pierce The Veil and selected King For A Day. She pulgged in her Batman headphones and started blasting it. She then pulled up her iPhone where her Avengers phone case greeted her and she went on reading fanfic. The wonderful world of "What Ifs" where in her hands.

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    Alex moaned as she realized she had to get ready for school. Again. She basically crawled out of bed and checked her phone. 8:10 A.M. She was late. Her eyes opened wide and she dashed for the bathroom, almost forgetting to bring a towel. She rushed and rushed; she barely had time to do her hair, but she did it. "Perks of being a girl," she thought. Even though she was late, she walked to school. She hated running. At least she started walking faster than normally.

    When she got her late pass and walked up the stairs to her first class, she pulled out her binder and checked what class she got. She could never remember. "English," she thought to herself. As she got to the door, she stopped and inhaled. She did this everyday before going into her first class. As she got in, Mr. Monroe was talking about the different types of poetry they would be doing for a project.

     Everyone stared at her for a few seconds, then went back to the teacher. She looked down as she got to her seat. Her face was a little hot as she touched it. She opened her bag, took out her binder and started copying what Mr. Monroe wrote on the board. "Hey, Alex." said her friend Trey. "You didn't see that new boy sitting across in front? He's really cute."

"Wait, what?" Alex looked up. She saw him. The boy sunk into his seat while he watched the teacher. He wore a black rolled up sleves button down shirt, a Hogwarts shirt, checker converse and black skinny jeans with a rip hole at his right knee. "Oh. Wow." she looked down again, blushing.

"I know right? I don't think I have a shot, but you might." He patted her back and quickly pulled away. "Yeah."

"Oh, god. He looks so attractive. I don't think I can do this. I can feel myself blushing so hardcore. Stop it! Stop it, Alex! Pull yourself together. What if he thinks I'm a weirdo? What if he doesn't like me? It's going to be my fault. Oh shit." Alex thoughts were running through her head. She didn't even realize that the class was already over. Trey tapped her on the shoulder and walked out with the other kids. She gathered her things and started making her way to the door, her head down.

"Are you okay?" a deep, husky voice asked her. She looked up. "You're red." said the new kid.

"Oh, um" she started to move her eyes around so it didn't meet him him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I am fine. Are you?" "You stupid dumbass. You too?!"

"Me?" He paused. Alex was anxoius for his reply. She clenched her books. He laughed. "I'm totally fine." His laugh was deep, but flowing. She couldn't help but let out a huge smile.

"Stop smiling, you look ugly!" Alex thought. Then she said, "That's good, good! First day?"

"Yep." He walked out of the class and she followed. "Do you care to show me where the next class is?"

"No problem, it's, um, hold on." She checked her schedule. "We have Spanish."

"Oh, I'm hispanic. This is going to be a breeze." He started following her down the hall. "By, your skin you're..?"

"Puerto Rican."

"Peruvian. Mixed. And Italian and Irish. Weird, huh?

"No, that's really, really cool." She blushed again and looked away. She still haven't met his eyes. Her skinny long legs walked about the halls, while he trailed behind. "This is it." She stopped in front of the door while the last of the kids were getting in. He stepped in front of her.

"After you." She looked up. His long black hair was almost covering his face, but his chocolate brown eyes popped out of them. They were like brownies to her. She loves brownies.

"Thanks." She hurried in, holding her books to her chest and sat down. He sat down next to her and the class was about the begin.