All to Myself

Chapter 1

After I had run down the hallway to the bathroom, I went into a stall, slamming the door shut behind me, and I cried. I thought about why I had even made those cuts in the first place- they were from a long time ago, but the pain was still fresh in my mind.

It was because last year, everything fell apart.

My parents were constantly fighting and always said that they would get a divorce. But for some reason, they never did. This led to a lot of stressful nights, where I cried myself to sleep because I knew my family was going to break apart, but I didn't know when.

My sister was away at college, but she never called me. I didn't really have any other friends to talk to about my problems, because none of them really understood. Either that, or they just didn't care.

One night, in the midst of all this, I took a needle to my skin for the first time. The next day at school, when I was taking books out of my locker, my best friend Erin noticed the scars on my wrist. Her face turned into a horrified expression, and she told me how gross it was that I would ever do that to myself. That was the last time I talked to her.

That was a year ago- but now, as I sat in the bathroom stall, I wondered why nothing had gotten better like I had planned. Instead it had gotten worse.

Pretty soon, my art teacher, Mrs. Rosen came looking for me.

"Jordan? Are you in here?"

I stepped out of the stall.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Rosen, it won't happen again." I spoke, my voice cracking.

"You're absolutely right it won't. I'm sending you both down to the guidance counselor so you can resolve any issues you have with each other."

That sounded like a terrible idea, but I kept quiet and nodded. 

She led me downstairs to the guidance office, and when I walked in, I saw that Autumn was already there. I took a seat across the circular table from her, and suddenly we were the only ones in the room.

She blew a strand of reddish-blonde hair out of her face, and gave me a dirty look.

"You're just an attention seeker, you know that, right? There's some people out there that are ACTUALLY depressed, and cut themself for a reason. You're just trying to hard to get noticed, so you had to resort to this."

I could already tell I would have a hard time fighting the urge to slap her again.