Dramatic Romantic

Broken boy

WARNING- THIS CHAPTER HAS MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND ATTEMPTED OF SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU.

I HAVE PUT A LOAD OF DOTS WHERE ITS STARTS TO MENTION SELF HARM AND SUICIDE AND WHERE IT STOPS!!! YOU CAN SKIP THIS IF YOU LIKE.

Please enjoy, nonetheless.

N POV

I was unpacking my suitcase in my new room when a guy came in suddenly. "Sup, I'm Leo. I'm technically your new roommate but my girlfriend Calypso has a room just down the hall so I'm going to be staying with her most of the year, but you have to cover for me if anyone asks, okay?" I looked the boy up and down. He was wearing baggy brown trousers with so many pockets in I couldn't even count them, a green top with a tool bag around his waist with all sort of equipment in it. He had shaggy brown hair and light brown eyes. I realised I was quiet for a long time and he was starting to look at me funny. "Um, yeah sure, but how would I prove you are my roommate?" I ask him, curious. "I thought of that" he pulled out a picture from one of he's pockets and stuck in on the wall with a bit of seller tape witch he also pulled out of one of his pockets. "There. Proof! It's a picture of me and Calypso" I scanned the picture. There was a pretty blonde girl sitting next to Leo on a tree. "Okay" I said simply and continued to unpack the rest of my belongings.

This will be better with no roommate. I like being alone. It wasn't the best thing me being alone with just my thought but then again no one really likes me. That's probably why Leo doesn't want to be my roommate. He just took one look at me, my black clothes my pale skin, how skinny I am, how ugly I look and just thought, nope there is no way I staying with this creep.

Leo's voice shook me out of my depressing thoughts. "So, is this your first year?" he asked me. "yeah.....yours" I inform him. "Yep! I'm doing wood work and building stuff. I would love to be an inventor. I'm going to invent the first flying metal Dragon" he said with pride and a massive smile on his face. I liked how he was a dreamer. How old was this kid I thought, but he looked around my age or he wouldn't be in college. "How about you?" He asks. "Oh, I'm doing-" I began to say. "Well, I'm working to get my Master's Degree" he looked at me blankly. "I want to become a therapist" I added. "To help people" I mentioned. "Awesome. Why?" he asked. I looked down at my feet I didn't want to answer that. "That's cool, you don't need to say" he gave me a kind smile. I was glad he's so understanding. Not many people are. "Thanks" I said, raising a grateful small smile. "Anyway..I better be getting back to Calypso, see you around bro" he said running down the hall way.
Did I just make a friend? I smiled a little bit looking at my almost empty suitcase. I packed most of the remaining stuff away, stuck up my posters on the wall and changed my bed sheets to new black ones.

I stepped back to look at my work. Walls coved in dark posters of my favourite bands. Black bed sheets, black curtains. Not quite as black as I wanted but it will work. I sat on my bed and got out the last bits from my suitcase. Shampoo, body wash, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste. I went in to the toilet that was in my bedroom and set up the last bits.
I had saved up for years to come to this college. Every bit of pocket money B would give me. Every penny I got from working at the local shop, well the money my Dad didn't take off me for alcohol. I envy the kids who are rich and could just live of their parent's wealth but I appreciate how far I've come finally away from my father. I leaned back on my bed and forced myself not to be negative to stay positive just for the next hour.

I took out my time table from my pocket what I got posted to Bianca's address so I would already have it. I start tomorrow at 8.30am. I looked at my watch and it was just gone 4pm. I decided to take my time table and see if I can find my rooms for tomorrow.
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I picked up my bomber jacket and my headphone's from the end of my bed. I go and put my jacket on. I caught the sight of my deep scar upon my left wrist. I pushed my thumb over it and tried not to think of the terrible memory.

I was only young.. "No. Stop. Don't think of it" I whispered talking to myself. I dragged my fingers over it following the scar. It led from where my wrist started under my thumb and went diagonally over my main veins and stopped were my arm starts to curve. It was only 3cm long but was at least 1cm thick and very deep as my skin has a massive dent not being able to heal probably over it.

I just didn't want to live anymore. It was as simple as that. No one cared about me, Bianca had just moved out and it made everything worse. My Dad would use me like a punching bag but I deserved every kick, punch and push I got.
I tried to kill myself. "Stop thinking. Just stop. Block it out" I whispered louder.

It would have worked to but B found me on the bathroom floor passed out and she told me she called an ambulance and they just manged to save me.

I tried to keep it from my Dad but he found out and told me when B had gone , "if you're going to kill yourself, jump off a cliff to make it look like an accident. It would be better if you were dead. You should be dead not her. YOU SHOULD BE!" and then he hit me. "NO, NO STOP!" I squeezed my head with my hands, sat on my bed trying not to let my thoughts take over. I pulled my sleeve of my jacket down and as I couldn't see the scar anymore...everything went silent.
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I stood up shaking uncontrollably. I took a few deep breaths as I got my time table, plugged my headphones in to stop myself thinking and headed out the door. "Stay positive it's all going to be fine" I told myself.

Thank you so much for reading. I promise this story will get better.