Love, I'm Done (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Jace is giving Patrick a death glare as he sits next to me.

I say 'Well, Jace, this is Patrick. We have first hour together.'

Jace is a much on the protective side when it comes to guys and I. Ever since we were little, he would threaten any boy who came next to me in Elementary School.

When I got my heart broken the first time, Jace was my only friend. The only one there for me.

He would sneak over at night just to cuddle and make sure I slept okay. I was having problems sleeping and waking up from nightmares and panic attacks, he was always there to help me through them all.

When I started cutting, all my old friends left. They called me a freak, saying 'Who the hell would do something that insane.' It hurt. A lot.

Jace, he just grabbed my hand and said it'd be okay. One day, and that we could get through this hell together.

We were hardly 12 at the time. We're 16, almost 17 now, and he's been there threw it all; just as he said.

Jace looks at Patrick and says 'Soo just because you have a class together, you think your preppy ass can come sit at our table?'

Patrick doesn't know what to say, he just stutters.

Jace has that effect on everyone, even the teachers. If he is being dead serious, you will lose your dignity to him.

Patrick goes to stand up when Jace says 'Hey prep boy, stick around!'

Patrick looks almost... Scared?

And walks away. I look at Jace and we laugh.

* * * * * * *

The rest of the day is same boring shit.

At the end I rush to my locker and stuff all the papers at the bottom. Like I'll ever look at any of them ever again. I walk with the crowd outside, I have my earbuds in at full volume as I walk away to my bus. Jace is always late, so I get there early to save him a seat.

He gets on and plots down next to me. I take out my earbuds and stop the song, which was 'Fuck The Rest' by Falling In Reverse.

We make small talk about our day.

He gets off a few minutes later, than its my stop. I get up and make sure my siblings get off as well. I have the key so I let us all in. I resort to my room I'm the basement. I shut and lock my door.

Today. Wasn't. Good.

I grab my perfect little blade from my jewelry box. I contemplate, I run the sides of the smooth blade through my fingers, and memorize it as if I've never touched it before.

I start.

First my wrists, I hardy flinch as my skin is tore.

First just one, two, three. Then all of a sudden I'm up to 36.

I move to my thighs.

To my hips.

Writing 'stupid' and 'slut' and 'whore' and of course 'fat.'

I stop.

I look at the damage I have done.

I cry, just a little bit.

I sit there, alone.

I get up and walk to my bathroom. I shed my clothes carefully, making sure to get no blood on them. I turn the water to hot, really hot.

It stings, but I'm used to it. It feels so good against them.

When I finish I dry myself and bandage them all up so blood doesn't leak onto my sweatpants or shirt.

I hear my phone go off.

•3 New Messages•

I click 'view.'

All are from Jace, of course.

•From Jacey❤

•Message 1: Hey babe! (:

•Message 2: Baabe! (: can we hang out?

•Message 3: Please?

I reply

•To:Jacey ❤

OF COURSES! :D come on! -sorry I was in the shower lol-

•From:Jacey❤

Oh (; of course babe getting all sexy for me, you didn't have to lol

God. He's such a dork.