Skeletons || LeafyIsHere

Chapter Four

*Time Skip*
I slump on the couch, taking a few hits from my blunt. Eric was beside me, doing the same.

"This is too fucking good." I chuckled before taking more hits 

"I know right."

"Eric, I should be going home. See ya dude." I give Eric a friendly hug 

"I'll be seeing ya dude."

I head out the studio, walking towards my car. I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I look back, seeing Katie. 

"Damn, you fucking scared me!" I jumped, holding onto my chest 

"Sorry." Katie frowns 

"What you doing here?"

"Well, I wanted to see where you were. Since, I was hoping you weren't with that (Y/N)..bitch." Katie sucks in her teeth 

"What the hell are you talking about? She's my best friend."

Katie walks up closer to me saying, "Are you sure about that?"

"I'm positive." I nod my head, baffled about this whole situation 

"You know that (Y/N) and I are friends. Why are you worried about our friendship?!" I screw up my face 

"Yeah, I do know that! I'm worried because, I'm just like that. And, have you been smoking weed?" Katie hits me in the center of my chest 

"Um..yeah." I giggle, realizing I was smelling like weed 

"Ca-"

"Just leave me the fuck alone." I say, getting in my car

"Calvin!" Katie yelled my name 

I start up my car, going home..

*Time Skip*

I pulled up my sleeves, exposing previous scars on my arms. On my legs, my stomach, and even my chest. I don't know why I do this to myself. Weed most of the time take controls over my body. But, I harm myself all the time regardless.

School was shit, and I wish I didn't have to go. Well..that can all change. The relationship I'm with Katie, isn't going well. It might seem like it is, but it's terrible. The only thing keeping me living is music. I get to rap my heart out with real music.

It doesn't bother me that I'll never be in the rap gang. All that mean is that my music is real as fuck. Today's music only discuss about making love, and drugs. I gotten influenced to do those two things. I do it too frequently, especially drugs. 

Blood oozes out my skin as I continued cutting with my razor. 

"Ss." I hissed 

I felt like I was going to die anytime soon. Because how weighed my heart was. So much weight was on my heart, there was no air to breathe. There was no blood pumping in my heart. I quietly whimper. Painful flashbacks entered my mind once again. I hated thinking about my past. This fucked me up all over again. There was no one I could turn to. Chills erupted my bones. The atmosphere was icy cold. It could've all been in my mind. I was wanting a warm 5 minute hug right now.

I look down at my stomach. I pinch my stomach fat. No way I could be this chubby. I didn't eat anything at all today either.

I head in my bedroom, going to my notebook. My trembling hands started writing how I was currently feeling.

I sniffed as tears streamed down my cheeks. My face reddened, especially my bulbous cheeks. I felt as if I shouldn't be breathing this air. Someone should come in my room, choke me to death. Ending my suffering right there. You'll be doing me a big favor, so as everyone else. Everyone else would cheer for joy. People always say, don't throw your life away. Your life is way too beautiful to throw in the trashcan.

If my life is so beautiful, why am I not happy? I'm like a balled piece of paper on the floor. It's needing to be thrown in the trashcan. Why is that balled up piece of paper not in the trashcan? It needs to be where it belongs...in the trashcan.

And, I belong in a casket...

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