The Perfection of My Insanity

accident

Diamond's Pov:

Its been weeks now and my parents haven't let me go to school, even though they already regestered me.

They claim that they want me to settle in. The moment I woke up from my "accident" as they call it, They have been acking very weird.I don't mean the "Make sure everythings alright and make sure I settle in" weird.I talking "Hide put all the sharp objects away,hide all the medical pills, and check on me in the fucking shower" weird. All my meals are cut up so I don't try to chock myself and on top of that I now have to take anti depressant pills. I don't take them of course.I fake it and pit it out when they're not looking or tell them I already took it today.

I know what you're thinking. You think that I need to take these pills and that I'm fucking crazy but no.I know what those pills really do to you. They fuck you mind up even worst or they they make you too lazy to try to kill youtself or in my case try to kill yourself again.

I go down stare growing tired of my own thoughts and go to the fridge to get a green apple. Both my parent are staring at my every move as I reach the knife cabinet. Of coarse all the sharp ones are gone.

"I thinks it's going to be pretty hard trying to cut an apple with a butter knife" I sigh closing the cabinet and looking at them. My mom gets up from her chair and walks over towards me.

"Here ,I'll cut it for you" she fake smiles and walks into another room.The room that I wasn't allowed to go into

"Is there a reason why the knives arn't in the knife cabinet"  I saw loud enough so that she can hear me.

Moments later she returns with a bowl containing the cut up apple inside. I look at it and then look back at her raising my eye brow ar her.

"We just don't want anymore accidents" she says before walking past me. They keep calling it any accident even though everyone in this god damn house know that it wasn't. I wanted to die.I want that to happen and the only thing I didn't count on was Niall trying to "save" me.

I got to get out if this house.I can fucking feel the guilt radiating off of them. They should feel guilty, even though they weren't the complete reason why I tried to kill myself they did play a small part.

I was about to take another peice of the small cut apple when I notice little white crystals on it, almost like sugar........I drop the plastic bowl and the fruit inside of it spilled out on my carpet revealing the bottom of the bowl covered with the crushed up pills. I run down stair washing the toxin from my mouth. Thankfully I only ate two apple cunks so it won't affect me any. I hope.

I pull my head from under the fosset wiping me mouth with the back of my hand.

That.Is. It

I'm have to get the hell out of this house.

I'm going to.....I'm...I'm going to school.