Suicidal Girls

Part 8: Attempted Suicide

I ended up staying in the woods for a bit. I still didn't have a clue how that twig snapped. I didn't care. My mum rung me to come home. So I had to leave the beautiful, dark woods. I sat in my room cutting. Shaz hadn't texted me. I guessed she was annoyed with me. So I didn't dare bother texting her. If Shaz got annoyed with you, you didn't speak to her. More of my blood got shed. I think I cut deeply, because loads of blood oozed from my wounds. I laughed delighted. It was fun. If you had depression, you couldn't feel the pain of cutting yourself. I had emotional depression as well as physical. I scratched my cuts, blood underneath my black painted nails. I started cutting along my thighs. It wasn't like I was ever going to be wearing shorts. I'm a Goth. After 15 solid minutes of continuous slashing, blood covered my arms and thighs. I used to have beautiful, tanned arms. Ha! Not anymore. My scissors contained my own blood, smeared along the metal blades. I smiled. My cuts were far better than Kaci's. Ages ago, we had a competition. Seeing who had the most cuts, me, Kaci and Shaz. Shaz dropped out, cause she said she couldn't care less about a stupid little competition. I was in full game mode. Emo VS Goth. Bring it on. Kaci had won most rounds, but I was catching up. Our arms were plastered in sore, red, angry cuts. I was well ahead now. I grinned. I got my phone and took a picture. I was going to send Kaci my 'work of art' when she texted me. I stared at the text blankly. It said HELP ME. Kaci would normally put a emoticon at the end of a text. How could I help? I just made things worse. I was tired. I fell back and went to sleep...

The next morning I woke up at a normal time. It was 10:30. I got dressed in my gothic outfit, and was having breakfast when there was a knock at the door.

"Mia, go answer the door." Said my mum, sipping her coffee. I got up and went to the door. The last person I expected was there. Shaz. With her earphones just stood there, staring at me blankly. I opened my door to let her in. She stepped in.

"Who is it?" Called my mum.

"Shaz" I called back.

"Oh, right" Called back my mum.

I nodded towards the stairs, and Shaz raised her eyebrows, as if she couldn't care less. We went upstairs. In my room we went, Shaz sat down on the end of my bed. I was about to ask why she was here when my mum called.

"Mia, come here for a minute!"

"Ok!" I shouted back.

I looked at Shaz.

"Be back in a minute."

I rushed downstairs, nearly breaking my neck. I walked into the kitchen.

"Clear away your breakfast," Said my mum.

"Your 13 now, your responsibilities."

I sighed. I cleared away my breakfast, then got a Coke from the fridge. I ran upstairs back into my room and saw a shocking scene. Shaz had tied a rope to a hanger in my room, and was about to kill herself.

"SHAZ!" I screamed, tackling her to the bed.

Her eyes were full of fear and anger. We were wrestling.

"Get the fuck of me!" Bellowed Shaz.

But that's just what I wouldn't do. Instead I slapped her around the head.

"Wake up!"

Shaz stopped struggling. Then just stayed still. Then burst out crying. I sighed and pulled her close. She was sobbing into my jacket.

"Oh Mia!" She sobbed.

"It's ok, Shaz" I said gently, stroking her black hair. I just prevented a suicide...