Skeletons || LeafyIsHere

Chapter Seven

Next Morning...

I woke up, feeling ill. I look over at my alarm clock seeing it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Damn.." I yawn, stretching my body out 

I hear footsteps coming towards my room.

"Cal?" Dylan knocks on my bedroom door lightly 

"Yes?" I cock my eyebrow 

"There's someone that needs to see you downstairs." Dylan clears his throat 

"Who?" I get up from my bed, walking towards Dylan 

"Come downstairs and see." Dylan tells me, before going back downstairs 

"Let me freshen up first." I say carrying me an outfit for today 

*Itty Bitty Time Skip*

I made sure my hat sat right on my head. I walk downstairs. My younger brother, Max was sitting on the couch. I haven't seen him in 4 years. Yep, a long damn time. 

"Hey..dude." I say forming a fake smile on my face 

"Hey Calvin." Max gets up from the couch, hugging me tightly 

I hear a few sniffs coming from him. 

"Are you alright?" I ask, widening my eyes 

Max breaks up the hug saying, "There's something I need to tell you." 

His voice cracks, sounding as if he was about to bawl.

"What is it?"

"It's about mom.."

"What about mom?!"

"Mom died last night..She overdosed." Max says, following up with him bawling 

I dash back to my bedroom, slamming my door. I laid on my bed, my body quivered.

"Calvin!" Max calls out my name 

"Leave me alone!" I yell, almost bawling

I haven't seem my mother in years. This is the news I get. My heart ached. I gotten up from my bedroom, running in the bathroom.

"Calvin!" Max calls out my name

I closed the door, locking it. I see my razor laying on the sink. The razor sent signals my direction. My skin was needing to seep more blood. I gotten sickened to my stomach thinking about my mother. 

I gripped onto my razor. My arms couldn't stop twitching. I pulled up my sleeves, beginning to cut. 

"Mm," I murmured, closing my eyes

A tear fell down my cheek, causing me to bust out bawling. 

I laid against the bathroom door, my body continuing to shiver. This shiver trickled down my body as if I was cold. I felt as if I had no warmness surrounding the atmosphere. This didn't have to happen to my mother. Why couldn't so called God take me instead? Was this suppose to teach me a lesson? 

Maybe, I should overdose. I could die like my mother did.

"Calvin!" Dylan knocked on the bathroom door 

"Dylan..leave me alone." I say coldly, but soft as a whisper 

I glance at the sink. My eyes caught attention of the bottle of pills. These were pills called, "Adderall." I use these pills all the time. Especially when I stay up for 30 hours. This would probably be my road to victory..

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