Broken || a. i.

Chapter 1: Presents

Emily:

"Emillyyy. EMILYYY!"

"What?" I groaned at my younger sister, Brianna. It was 9 AM. On a Saturday. And not just any Saturday it was-

"But it's your birthday. And I wanted you to open your present." I could tell she was close to tears. And watching a 4 year old cry is hard. I would know. I've seen her do it a million times. I got up.

"YAYYYY!" She screamed, right next to my ear.

"Ow. Where's that present you promised?"

"In the living room," she replied as I pushed the warm blankets off of my legs and swung them over the side. I scooped her up and walked out of my room and down the hallway to the living room. On the coffee table there were 2 gift bags, one nicely-wrapped box, and a large envelope. I didn't care about the wrapped presents; just what was in the envelope. The only thing I asked for was tickets to a concert. Not just any concert, but tickets to go see 5 Seconds of Summer; the best band ever. They were on their first tour to America and were finally coming to Massachusetts. I knew what was inside the envelope. I practically dropped Brianna and dashed to the table.

"Wait Emily!" She said as she got off the floor. "You have to wait for Mom. She's outside."

"Well, go get her then!"

"I can't," she looked at her feet. "She's running."

"Oh." I felt my smile disappear. She wouldn't be back for a least an hour. "I'm going back to bed then." I got up from the couch. And walked back to my bedroom. I laid down an pulled the covers up. I tried to fall back to sleep but I couldn't. I was wide awake with excitement and the light streaming through the cracks in the curtain wasn't helping. I grabbed my phone and opened Instagram. I was tagged in three photos. The first one was from my friend Katherine. She had stayed up until midnight to post it. The caption read, "Happy Birthday to my best friend ever!" I liked it and commented a thank you. The rest were pretty much the same thing. I checked my messages but no new ones popped up. I checked the time and it was only 9:45. I sighed and put my phone away.

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When I heard the door open I jumped up. But I had to wait a few minutes to make sure they thought I was actually asleep. At 10:08 I got up and shuffled out to the living room.

"Look who's up! It's the birthday girl!" my Mom said as she came over to hug me.

"Ew Mom. I love ya but, get off. Your all sweaty. Ew." She finally let go and I smelt like B.O. Gross.

"Do you want to open a present?" she asked.

"Duh." I didn't want to be greedy and predictable so I grabbed the box. I ripped the paper off and underneath was... Beats by Dr. Dre. In red, my favorite colour. I was thrilled because I was so tired of listening to music on the crapy headphones you but for 5 bucks at Marshall's.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed and giggled with joy. The headphones, (besides the tickets) were the first thing I asked for. I squealed again and busted the box open. Once I got the headphones out I walked to my room and plugged them in. I turned up All Time Low's "Dear Maria, Count Me In."

At around 11:30 I put the headphones away and got up to take a shower. I got in and washed my long, curly brown hair with my favorite shampoo and conditioner. I took the soap and rubbed it over my lean body. When I got to my arms I paused. I took the time to stare at my wrists. I took the time to stare at the scars. Some were more faded. Others stood out very clearly. I could have stared at them for hours. I could have told the story of each and every one. There were about 15. The clearest one was from 2 weeks ago, when I relapsed. When the stress was too much to handle. It was right before the first day of freshman year. I remember the feeling of being alone. I shuddered and forgot about the bad times I remembered the good. I remembered seeing my best friends, Kate and Lindsey, on the first day back. I remembered the day I saw One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer live. That was the best day of my life. I saw all of my idols at once. All the people who helped save me from myself. Lost in thought, I jumped when Rachel, my other sister, pounded on the door.

"I know it's your birthday but I'm gross and I need to shower!" She pounded on the door a few more times for emphasis. I forgot. She had had soccer.

"Did you win?" I called back. But she didn't answer. Ah well. I finished rinsing my hair and got out of the shower. When I got to my room and pulled out my favorite outfit: black jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt. I threw them on with a pair of black flip-flops and grabbed my brush.

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NOTE:

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