Alone....Till he came

chapter 2

Chapter two:

It’s been a two months since the day in gym where Jason told me that he didn’t want to be my friend anymore. It’s also been a two months since the last time I ate a full meal. I’ll eat some carrots or crackers once in a while, but other than that I’m not hungry. I’ve lost a lot of weight because of not eating. I’m now a size 3. My hair grew a little bit, but other than that it got even duller, and had more split ends that anyone in the world. My eyes hold no emotion what so ever. They don’t sparkle with happiness, they don’t brim with light when I laugh. Actually I never laugh, or smile. I wear brown contacts and a brown haired wig so I don’t stand out with my red hair and blue eyes. Nobody has seen my regular eyes or hair in two months. I cut every day. They are regularly deep and a lot more each time I do it. There’s no more room on my wrists so I moved to my stomach and legs. I’m failing all my classes even though I know that I can pass them if I tried, and my skin and lips are so pale that I look like a vampire.

                And this all started because of him. Jason Loccie. Jason and Stacey are going out, and they’re the new it couple. They’ve made my life a living hell for the last two months, and I now skip lunch every day just so I won’t see them. Jason has been the worst. He pushes me, trips me, calls me names, and yesterday I accidently bumped into him and he slapped me. I never thought that Jason would slap a girl, especially me. It’s funny how someone can change from being caring, loving, and perfect to heartless, ignorant, cocky, and ungrateful.

                I don’t know what happened between us. One second he’s my best friend, and the next he doesn’t even give me a second glance. I always knew that he would turn on me one day. I tried to prepare for it, but when it finally happened, it was just too much for me. Now I put up walls. I push away everyone who tries to get close to me. The beatings at home stopped when my mother and father saw what was happening. Now they act like real concerned parents. They tried to get me help, but everyone gave up on me. I’ve tried to tell them that it’s a waste of money, but they insist. There’s not one ounce of happiness within me. I’m an empty shell. Sometimes I think about committing suicide, but then I remembered something that Jason told me one day.  “Don’t let them get to you. Show them that they can’t bring you down”. He said that when I tried committing suicide one day. He found me about to overdose on my mother’s sleeping pills.

                I remember that day like it was just yesterday. After that day I toke up singing and playing guitar. I’m actually pretty good at both, but the only one who knows about my talents is Jason. He was the one who signed me up for guitar lessons and I caught on quickly. And in a matter a months I was a pro. He also signed me up for singing lessons, and now I know how to control my pitch, and I know what songs my voice would go well with, and what will not. I also like to write my own songs, but I haven’t written a song in like 2 years. Maybe I should write one today during lunch. Yeah I will.

                The bell signaling the end of class broke through my train of thought. I slowly collected my possessions and walked out the classroom toward the music room. That’s where I can write and practice my song.

                It toke me half of lunch to write my songs and get the notes right on my guitar. So that leaves me with half of our lunch period. So I decided to sing a song that I really like. It’s called “Now” by Paramore.

Don’t try to take this from me

Don’t try to take this from me

Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don’t try to take this from me

Don’t try to take this from me

Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow