I wake up and I realize I'm in my bed. What happened last night? Oh. Jared. I look around my room and I see that I've been cuddling with Jared's shirt. He left me a note.
Grace Paisley Tate,
I've gone back home by the time you read this, but letting you know that we're getting dinner tomorrow toodles!Love, Jared
Toodles. Meredith. It's all flooding back to me. I guess I've got to go to school though. I get up and curl my hair. I throw on some black skinny jeans and a Paramore shirt. I grab my backpack and I'm out the door. When I get to school, I tell Karol about everything that's happened.
"WOAH GRACE! GET SOME OF THAT JARED HUNK!"
"Yeah,yeah that's enough Karol."
As I'm walking to the bathroom I see Meredith and Jared making out. My head starts swimming.
You know he doesn't like you! Why would you let your hopes up? Stupid, stupid girl.
I don't talk to anyone all day. I finally get to go home. I unlock my phone and text Karol.
Me: Wanna come hang?
Karol: Sure! On my way! What's for dinner?!
Oh crap. Dinner. Jared. I dial Jared's number.
A girl's voice says "Helloooooo!"
"Jared?"
"LOSER GIRL?!"
"Oops wrong number!"
Oh my gosh. I've messed up big time!!
If you kill yourself you'll be free.
What do I do?!
You know what you need.
TRIGGER WARNING:SELF HARM AHEAD!!
I do the only thing that relieves me. Karol should be here in 20 minutes? Perfect. I grab a blade since moms not home yet. I head into the bathroom. I take off my hoodie and hover over the sink. I slice a new cut right on my wrist. I watch the blood as it drips out and I make a few more. And then some on my left arm.
Just slice your neck. Get it over with.
There's blood everywhere I wipe it up and pick up the blade. And then, Meredith Chase walks in my house.
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The Darkness Inside
JugendliteraturThrowing on a smile is much easier than trying to explain your feelings. My name is Grace and they all think I'm fine. TRIGGER WARNING: There may be some self harm scenes that can trigger anxiety. Just thought I'd let you know first! Also: I have fu...
