School

49 2 0
                                    

I woke up and looked around my room, looking at the posters. Looking at the belt that was tied to the closet pole. I untied it and set it in a drawer. I looked at my dresser the knife still had bood on it, I looked in the mirror, and imaged the person I used to be. Scared, alone, scarred. I looked at my arms at all the faded scars, and my chest. The ones on my cheeks and jawline, on my neck. I remembered the person I was 4 years ago. But now is the time to change, to change my life.

I got up and changed into a pair of black leggings, and a Five Finger Death Punch tshirt. I slid on lace leather boots, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I searched in my bedside table for my choker, and wore it. I looked at my bear, and almost cried at the memory that would never become reality again. I smelled it, and it STILL smelled like Adam. I pinned the pin from Pulaski on the waistline of my leggings, and let my shirt fall over it. I looked into the mirror, trying to make a positive remark on myself. But I was never good at that anyway, so I walked into the livingroom, and left through the front door, and started walking towards the highschool.

When I got there, I unplugged my headphones from my phone, and slipped them into my backpack. I entered the school, everyone staring at me, remembering who I was, they automatically started negativity about things.

“Did you know she hung herself, but lived??”

“Yea, but do you remember her? Her dad should of left her up there.”

“Oh my gosh, Its that girl..”

I walked to my homeroom and sat into a desk. Across the room, I see someone misterious. He slowly turned around and looked at me.

It was my ex.

The entire reason why I almost died.

“Jake?” I said at him.

“Ashley…”

He moved his stuff way farther from me and sat there. I felt lonely. I listened to my music and waited for the bell to ring. When the bell rang, I left, but Jake ran away from me.

From that day on I survived the rest of the year and fortunatly graduated, and from then on I knew I could do it, without cutting myself, without hanging. Because I didnt.

I knew I could do it without giving up.

I never thought I would make it to GRADUATION before passing to the next world.

World So ColdWhere stories live. Discover now