I still remember that day. The day the white carpet stained red. The day I lost all hope. The day the walls ran crimson then my vision black. Now I'm here and all I can see is white. The white walls. The white lights. The white bandages. Why did they have to do this to me. There is nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine it's the rest of the world that's insane.
I guess you could say I was tired. Tired of pain. Tired of failure. Tired of disappointment. Tired of the voices. Tired of the criticism. But most of all I was just tired of being tired. So I grabbed the little piece of hungry silver that begged to be fed. And I put it to my skin as the beautiful red dripped out so did the relief so I put it down. But this time with the relief came more pain it didn't subside this time. It continued to pound in my head so I picked it up and I fed it as I fed myself. Cutting deeper and deeper trying to find the relief. And when it finally came it came with a visitor....death.
You wouldn't believe what she looked like, yes she. You expected for it to be a he? Think again and let me just tell you right now. She's a total bitch,but I have to admit she was kind of hot. Call me crazy but I think I hit on death. I guess before I go on any longer I should introduce myself.
My name is Danielle, but don't ever call me that. You can call me Danny, and before you ask no I'm not gay I'm bi. There is a difference believe me. I'm the oldest of three. I have two preppy bitches for little sisters, a drug addict mom, and a long gone dad. I'm sixteen. I live in Beverly Hills. Yeah sounds nice doesn't it? Well you're wrong I hate it here. Try being the little scene/emo kid with the red and black hair and black clothes shoved into a private school full of preppy blonde bitches. It's hard.
The names oh god the names they can come up with I have some interesting nicknames Vicky the head cheerleader calls me 'deathalicous' ha I had fun with that one that day.
(Flashback)
I was walking down the hall head down as always I was late to meet up with my friends... and that new guy he was kinda cute, a shoulder into me brought me to. "Watch where you're going deathalicous hahahaha" she cackled as all the other cheerleaders joined in. "huh I think I like the name Derek( the quarter back and her boyfriend) called me last night.... hmm what was it again baby....better oh it was something like that... anyway I like your nickname too don't feel jealous" I said in a wry tone as I smirked and walked away. I couldn't help but laugh I could hear the steam rising from her ears then her yelling at Derek it was hilarious.
(Present time)
I blinked to consciousness in the hospital bed. That morphine is some amazing stuff. I looked around no one was there. Huh as if I expected there to be someone. They were probably at home with my moms new "boyfriend" josh oh god I hated him. This light was blinding but I kinda enjoyed the silence. I sat up in my bed. 'Damn I'm hungry' I thought. I went to reach for the water the nurse had put on my bedside table. I guess I stretched the skin a little to far and popped a stitch I don't know. All I know is that it hurt like hell. I went to look at it but it was covered in a white bandage and a little red spot slowly got bigger. I buzzed for my nurse. She came in and fixed it not with much enthusiasm or care but she fixes it. "Thanks" I mumbled she eyed me and walked out. At this point I didn't even care. 'How long have I been out?' I wondered. I heard a slight knock at the door. The door pushed open.
A/N
Hey it's TheLivingDeadGirl attempting another story. I'm trying to write this one better because I can actually relate with this one. I hope y'all like it comment and rate it. Follow Danny and see what her story is and what pushed her to this point I hope y'all are intrigued with my story have fun! I'd be happy to answer any questions you have I will answer them all so feel free to ask!
~TheLivingDeadGirl
