Suicide

Back and Bitchy: Chapter 4

A huge "THE END" flashes across the screen. Jasmine has fallen asleep on her mother and Maddie and I are snuggled under a blanket. Maddie lets out a soft yawn.

"Alright everybody, time for bed." the mother says.

"Awe, but i'm not tired." I say as I stretch and let out a yawn.

Elanor, Maddie's mother, smiles and says "You sure sound tired, and if you get to bed now tomorrow will bring a better day, I know today has been rough for you. Tomorrow is new and brings new surprises."

I smile and nod. After hugging Maddie I run up the stairs and snuggle into her bed. It's quiet. The pillows and blankets smell like her favorite perfume, Beautiful Day from bath and body works. I look out the window and I see the huge moon, full and shining, stars shining around it praising its beauty and power. Maddie is the moon, and I am a star floating from a distance. Tomorrow will be.... a Beautiful Day.

The hours of the night seem to fly by and I seemed to have slept like a bump on a log. I sit up, hair still in the messy bun i threw it up into last night, eyes droopy and dull, sun glaring in them trying to fill them back up with color, and birds chirping outside the window. I get up and look out, a soft breeze blowing in causing the curtains to move to a soothing beat. When I turn around there are clothes on the bed ready for me to slip on. When I turn around once more, the mirror stares back at me. My twin inside wonderland copies my every move as I model the dark blue skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a black t-shirt that reads "Panic! at the Disco" a.k.a my Favorite band. As I walk to the door the floor boards creek under my soft steps. all the way down the stairs I walk tip toe, trying not to disturb the abused wizard underneath. The smell of butter and syrup fill the air. When the table comes into view there is a stack of pancakes and Elanor slaving over the sink.

"Good morning" I say in a shallow voice.

"Morning? Sweetie it's 1:00."

"1:00!? I AM MISSING SCHOOL!" I scream, worried

"Hun I called you off. You can still go."

"Yes please! I need to go!"

"Alright well get in the car."

We both hop in the car and she drives me to school. I jump out without saying goodbye and I run in to check in. I hand them my doctor excuse and I walk to my 7th period class, with the bell 10 minutes from ringing to go to 8th. I quietly sneak into the art room so I am not attacked by my teacher, but I fail and she runs to give me a hug.

"ANNA!!" she yells happily with a shaky voice.

"Hello miss. Tomkat." I say as she pulls back from the hug and straightens her clothes.

"Where have you been? We have all missed you." as she says that i hear a cough with the word "not" hidden in it. I then hear the room giggle, well, all but her. Maddie sat there glaring at Izzy, the girl who made the remark. Miss. Tomkat takes me into the back room full of empty potential and colorful projects to talk to me.

"So, Anna, why were you gone so long? A concussion doesn't take that long." she says with a concerned look

"They found.. my self harming and saw the rope marks... Then the day before I was released.. I overdosed on my medicine, so they kept me even longer." my voice cracks and the weakness shows through the dam about to burst in my eyes. Why am I telling her this? She will just take it the wrong way and think I am a freak. But, as I look back up at her she looks calm, she just stands there as she watches the tears burst from my eyes. As they do she pulls me in and hugs me.

"Oh Anna... You aren't alone, so many people would miss you if you actually left. Izzy and the others laugh now, but if you actually left, she would feel horrible, she would feel sick. Heck I don't know what I would do without you. You have made a boring chore into a fun adventure. I really enjoy having you here after school to help me clean up. It makes my day so much better when I see your smiling face. So Anna, never think nobody wants you here. Never think you are just a waste of space, because I need you here and so do the others." She continues to hug me and I lose it, I break down. I hug her as tight as I can. I feel tears on my shoulder. Is she crying too? It didn't matter. As of this moment, to her, I mattered. She pulls back from the hug and we stand there, both teary eyed. A sniffle comes from both of us as we walk out of the room. People stare as we both return to my seat and she helps me on my sketch. So guess what world. I'm back, and I am bitchier than ever.