Yamile's pov.
I told her for the thousandth time that she shouldn't cut her wrists , that she is beautiful, smart,and nice.and you know what she said? In a soft voice barely above a whisper she said "you won't understand until you do it too" then she looked away. I could hear the words she said echoing in my head, bouncing around trying to find a way to scape.now look at me I understand what she meant.
I'm laying on the floor, I can feel time passing by. I look blankly into the window thinking about how easy everything can just be over, suddenly a tear makes it's way to my left chick burning me as it goes. I smile ,nothing not even this can stop me from smiling but how do you know it's not fake , to be honest I don't even know anymore.
I look at some pictures of me , most of them where from when I was 6 or 7 I remember those days where I didn't fake my smile , those days where I was happy. I gently rub my finger on the picture , wishing I hadn't become like this. i can feel another tear leaving a path on my skin , stinging me as it goes.
"yamile! it's late you have to go to sleep there's school tomorrow""whatever" I yelled She has no idea of who I am now , she knows nothing about me. I turn off the light and lay in bed , I make the mistake of thinking about every little thing I did wrong. Thats when suddenly I lose it .when I finally calmed down I drifted of to a deep sleep .
I'm standing on the edge of the balcony, looking down at the cold hard ground which will soon be covered in blood , my blood. How easy it would be to just take one more step and end this misery. I can't take it no more . I grab my iPhone 4S from my pocket and dial 911 "911 how can I help you?" The operator said "some one is trying to commit suicide" I whispered "what's your location?" "Las Vegas NV 694 lava falls ct." I said "may I know who is trying to commit suicide" she asked "me" I threw the phone and jumped.
I woke up to loud knocking on the door , I got up and opened the door it was my mother "what do you want mom" I twisted my face in disgust how dare her disturb my sleep,
"You have to get ready for school sweetie" I stuck my nose in the air and pursed my lips "and why should I go?" "Because you need an education, you can't live off your looks forever" how dare her talk to me like that , I shut the door and began getting dressed I putted on some high waisted shorts and a shirt that's shows my well toned belly.
I brushed my knotty hair and straightened it , I putted on as minimum makeup as possible and looked in the mirror
I hate acting like the girl that never cried her self to sleep like the girl that has a lot of confidence and the girl who's life is perfect cause it's not. no one knows the real me and my twisted thoughts which I will tell you later on my dear reader .
I slip on my shoes and make my way outside shutting the front door with a loud bang, I grab my
penny-board and started penny boarding to school. suddenly I feel my phone vibrating Morgan just texted me.
Morgan: you coming to school today?
me: sadly yes :P
Morgan: I feel you but you can't miss the first day of school
me: I know but wait for me in the front door ok?
Morgan: ok :)
I slip my phone back in my back pocket but before I even knew I crashed in too something.. I mean someone..
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Secret murderer
Mystery / ThrillerYamile is not your typical 13 year old girl. She acts confident and like her life is perfect when in reality everything is wrong, but is she a murderer? Would she be able to commit a such thing like that?