How To Save a Life [ON HOLD]

[three]

"Cecilia, wake up." A harsh voice says.

"Go away." I groan, rolling over and pulling the covers over my head.

"We're going to be late for school! And if I'm late for school then that means that I'm going to miss out on all the morning goss from the weekend! So get up!" I now pin the voice as my sister's. "Also, there's some guy at the door." I snuggle further into my blankets, ignoring her.

"Cecilia!" Lexus yells, ripping the covers off me. My god, it's cold. I roll over and glare up at my sister who is glaring back down at me. I notice she's already dressed for school.

"Why don't you just catch the bus?" I snap at her, not processing the last thing she said. She's really just ruined mood. I actually had a really good sleep for once, with no nightmares but now my stupid sister may as well be a walking nightmare. She looks at me in horror.

"I am not catching that filthy thing, so get up." Lexus says and I roll my eyes, reaching down to pull my blankets back up, but Lexus grabs them first. "Plus, how is Liam going to get to day care on time?" Lexus gives me a smug look, thinking she has won, but not on my watch.

"Liam can get to day care anytime of the day." I reply. "I'll take him later on." I rip the blankets out of her hands and snuggle back into them.

"So you're just gonna rock up ten hours late for school?" Lexus exaggerates. I roll my eyes in irritation.

"I'm not going to school, so you can either catch the bus or just not go."

"Why aren't you going? You never go to school." Lexus complains, folding her arms across her chest.

Because if I have to promise not to harm myself again, I'm staying away from the place that makes me want to kill myself most.

"Because I'm not feeling well." I lie, deciding I need to pee. Lexus rolls her eyes, obviously not buying it but dropping the subject anyway. That's a first. "So are you catching the bus or staying home?" I ask getting up from my toasty warm bed and making my way to the bathroom.

Lexus follows me out of my room, complaining about how she doesn't want to do either and how I'm the 'worst sister ever'. That's not the first time I've heard that one. She follows me right up to the door of the bathroom, evidently irritated with me.

"Lexus, stop complaining and just make a decision." I say sharply, closing the bathroom door in her face. I hear her let out an irritated groan and say something along the lines of 'I hate you' before marching down the stairs.

After doing my business, I wash my hands and stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red and puffy, the usual aftermath from crying the night before. My light auburn hair is even more of a mess than usual, and the cuts down my wrists look irritated and red. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and splash some water on my face. I grab the bandages out of the cupboard, wrapping them gently around my wrists.

My family have never seemed to notice the cuts and they've never questioned the bandages. Unless they just don't notice them at all. My little brother had asked once and so I, not being able to lie to him, told him. He hasn't mentioned anything since.

I pull the sleeves of my hoodie down over the bandages, realising that I'm still wearing my clothes from last night. Staring at myself again, I sigh and walk out of the bathroom. I walk into my wardrobe, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a baggy shirt before walking into my little brother's room. I see his empty bed and gather that Lexus must have gotten him up.

"Lexus, are you catching the bus?" I yell out, not knowing where she is exactly. "Cause if you are you're going to miss it!" I don't hear a reply, so I assume she's ignoring me. That's what she normally does when she doesn't get her way.