Darkened Labyrinth

Chapter 2

Once the girls have left, I fix up my glasses and walk out of the building full of rude remarks. Fresh air brightens up my mood and I plug my headphones in and the music fills up my ear drums. 'Skies are crying, I am watching.. Catching teardrops in my hands' How ironic huh? Skyscraper. I love listening to music that I can relate with, it just makes everything so much better knowing I'm not going through things alone. 

I reach the front of our driveway and quickly fix myself up, making sure my bracelets were covering my scars. I walk inside and surprisingly my parents weren't home... I dont know whether to be happy or not. But for now at least I have more privacy. I reach my room and throw my bag on the floor. I collapse on my bed and 3.. 2.. 1.. BAM!

All my feelings explode, all the feelings I have been holding back have released itself. The tears falling down my face represents all the hate, bullying, and all the problems I have. I should just end this all right now. I would be doing everyone a favour right? I'm sure Ashleigh, Lacey and Amber would be so happy. My parents wont mind will they? After all Im just a burden to them. Keeping them away from all the wonderful things they can be going to. They could be so rich right now, but no! Im here to muck everything up and cause them so much pain. 

I head over to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. Oh gosh, no wonder why they hate me. My greasy, oily hair is full of split ends. My cheeks look very puffy and red. My mascara is running down my cheeks. My teeth have a little gap in it. I could keep going on for hours but.. I'd rather not get my self esteem any lower than it already is.

I open up a drawer and grab my razor carefully. I sit up against the wall and close my eyes for a minute. I remove my bracelets and study my healing wrist. Well, theres no point now anyways. It will all be back to square 1 once Im finished. "I'm worthless" I whisper to myself and more tears escape my eyes. I take a deep breath and slide the blade across my skin. I sit there in pain watching the pretty colour bleed. "I'm not pretty enough and I never will be" I whisper and once again my wrist opens up. "No one cares about me" I say and the third scar opens, ruining its healing progress. "Im not good enough to live" I say to myself and the blood finally comes rushing down my arm, staining my white shirt. 

'I've had enough' I think to myself. I quickly take a shower and wash my thoughts away. I hop in bed earlier than usual and I escape from the haunting world of worries, problems and people. 

-Christine :)