5 Guardian Angels

I'm Fine!

School was finally over, and I still had major anxiety problems going on.

There were so many questions going through my head.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone.

I read the screen that said "New Text-Message from Niall."

More anxiety went through my body, as I clicked view.

"You know I saw, right? We all did.."

WAS HE REALLY TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY RIGHT NOW? CAUSE IT'S WORKING!

I texted back, "Yeah, I know. So what do you have to say about it?"

That wasn't as bad as I thought but, it can only get worse.

"I want to help you.. We all do."

When he said that, there was a little spark of hope. Then I remembered that nobody cares, all they want to do is make you believe they do.

All hope went away.

I didn't reply to his text. I couldnt.

I went to get my dinner down from the kitchen. My mom had cooked meatloaf.

Oh, how much I love you meatloaf.

But, I couldn't eat it.

My dinner for tonight would be just a simple bottle of water. Maybe a banana.

I quickly rushed back to my room, and ate the banana. I drank the whole bottle on water in less than a minute, so I would get full off of it.

My phone rang. I looked to see that it was an unknown number.

Should I answer? That's where I made a mistake.

Hello?

Alexia..

Who is this?

It's Liam, Niall told us-

That's when I hung up.

They tried to call back but, I declined.

I shut my phone off soon after.

Why won't they just leave me alone?

I don't want there help, I'm perfectly fine.

I lifted my sleeve up, and realized that I'm not fine.

I ran my finger over my healing scars. It's not good, that I hate the healing process.

In that moment, jumped off my bed and opened my dresser drawer.

8 pieces of shiny metal. I picked the smallest one, to make the deepest cuts.

"I've missed you." I whisper to the blade.

It's only been 3 days but, that's long for me.

I quickly locked my bedroom door, and leaned my back against it.

I cut 15 slits into my wrist, and watched the blood drizzle down.

That was the best feeling ever.

I quickly cleaned up the blood, and put the blades back.

"I'll clean those later." I thought to myself.

That's when there was a knock at the door.

I ran back downstairs, to open it.

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled, when I saw who it was.