Saving Grace

The truth

We say in silence the entire time. Out breathing being the only noise we made. When he dropped me off I said thank you and stepped out. I took a Brief look into the windshield before I got inside. He looked up at me with worried eyes and I looked away before my eyes gave any of my feelings away.

I closed the door behind me and made my way to my room. My mom was home but of course she was probably in her study or in her bedroom. I changed my sheets and I slid into bed. My heart racing and my mind exploding with all these thoughts. I ruined it. He knows my secret and he probably won't want anything to do with me anymore. He'll tell everyone he knows and his school will tell my school and I'll be fucked forever.

As I was drifting off to sleep I felt my phone buzz. On the screen was Harry's name with the million heart emojis. I opened the text and all it said was

"Grace.. Why"

I didn't even know how or what to reply. So I didn't. And the texts kept coming in.
"Grace please answer me. I'm getting worried"
"Grace.. Please"
"Grace why would you ever hurt yourself"
"Grace what is wrong with you"

I ignored every single one. I felt myself drift away and when I woke up in the morning I decided to go to school that day.

I got up and showered. The hot water felt good against my back,  but my vanilla scented body wash stung the cuts all over my body and the water didn't help much. I put on makeup, threw on a dress and some tights and a cardigan. My hair was blow-dried and I left some wave in it and I topped it off with a flower crown and my brown combat boots. 

School was a drag as always. I didn't have many friends. I used to, I was on Homecoming Court and everything. But as the year went on I lost myself more and more, and my devil of depression left me friendless and a need for drugs and alcohol. My headphones remained in my ears pretty much all day and during lunch I went into the art room, where my few friends were. The only periods I had after lunch was my clay class and my AP American Trial class. They were both my favorites and I actually enjoyed being at school for a short 2 hours. 

Once school let out I started on my path home when I saw a familiar black car pull up, and inside, was mr. styles waiting for me