Warning: this book contains stuff that might trigger people. Read with caution
The blood hits the sink with a splash. I admire the light pink of blood and water mixing together in a color that devours me whole as I make another slash in my skin with the sharp
blade. I wish I could stop. I need to stop. Please help me stop.
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I sigh as I hear the shrill screech of my alarm clock, signaling the dreadful first day of high school. I look around my room seeing bookshelves and the many band posters taped to the wall. I crawl out of bed and grab a pair of blue jeans, my trusty tøp t-shirt, and my beat up black converse. I can already hear my parents fighting downstairs. What are they arguing about now? I think as I stopped and listened. "WHERE THE F-CK WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?" Screamed my dad. Ah, another one of his fits. "I WAS EATING DINNER WITH MY FRIENDS FROM WORK!" My mom yelled. Haha good luck with that one mom. I sneak my way downstairs, skipping breakfast to avoid the fight.
*time skip to bus stop*
The morning dew sticks to the grass like water droplets cascading down a waterfall frozen in time. I am interrupted by my thoughts as the bus pulls up. I walk up the steep steps to a seat in the back. I plop down and get my earbuds out. As I start to play "Taxi Cab" By Twenty-One Pilots, (okay maybe that's enough tøp for the first chapter) I am pulled down into the dirty isle by the one and only Travis Bunt . "Get the f-ck out of my seat, fat ass." He growls. I jump up and grab my things and try to move to another seat, but he grabs me by my long brown hair and yanks, causing me to drop my stuff under the dusty seats. He leans up and says "I didn't hear an apology." I stand up and whisper, "I'm sorry." And I walked up a few seats until I was far from him. The ride to school was okay after the incident. I jumped off the bus and walked into school.
*le time skip to first period*
I looked around to all of the people chatting away, getting caught up with their friends they hadn't seen over the summer. I wonder what that feels like. My first period class just so happened to be with the pedophile teacher, Mr. Lendsy. He was caught grabbing at a girls chest in the middle of class, of course students reported it, but he didn't get fired. The only thing that happened was the girl getting suspended for slapping him. I mentally roll my eyes at the incident. This school is terrible. When I hear Mr. Lendsy drone on about geometry, eyeing the girls, I just lay my head down and fall asleep.
*time skip to lunch*
After getting yelled at for falling asleep on the first day, I finally get to eat. When I walk in the lunch room, I am greeted with a smell of bleach, burnt food, and vomit. I just turn around and walk out. It's already 1:56. It won't hurt to skip I guess.
*time skip at home*
I throw my book bag on the ground as I head upstairs. I put P!ATD on and lie down in my bed. My eyes slowly drop as I drift off into unconsciousness.
I run through a land of screams and terror. I hear mothers cry as their children die. The night fades away and there's no one to keep us safe. I put the gun to my head. Maybe I'll be better off dead. I pull the trigger just to discover, it's unloaded just to make me suffer.
I jolt awake. What's wrong with me? I walk to the bathroom and look at my face in the mirror. Why am I so ugly? Out of all the things I could be, I'm just fat. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to eat. I look down at the razor and pick it up. I'm a disgrace. I'm a failure. I drag the blade across my skin like a bow on a violin. I clean the blood off the sink and walk back to my room in a daze. I flop on my bed and fall asleep.
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Author's note
Hello! This is my first book and I need opinions. Should I keep it going? What should I add and what should I leave out of this story? Thanks!~Kailee
