Walking Straight

Chapter 4

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Songs for this chapter:

Lay With Me (live) - Exsist Elsewhere 

Sun Hands- Local Natives 

Holding On to You- 21 Pilots

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Mom still hasn't come home, but I like it that way. Honestly, I like being on my own. Besides, she never came back on time like she said she would. I only had 4 days left until I had to go to school. 4 days left for me to enjoy the stress free life. 

I felt sad today. My wrists were throbbing, the blood under my skin itching to get. To release all my pent-up pain. With everything I did, my veins pulsated, scratching at me, pulling at me. Ignore it. Don't give in. I couldn't take it.  Before I knew it, I was upstairs groping at one of my razors, frantically trying to pull on of the blades from it. The tips of my fingers had little cuts on them, but it was worth it to feel the slick blade against my arms. I liked to know that I could feel. Watching the blood drip out  of my wounds only made me want more of it, more of the sweet pain. 

I woke up disoriented, confused. Until I looked down at the bathroom floor. My arms hung limply at my sides, blood pooled around them. The last time I slid the blades along my wrists was 7 months and 22 days ago. I wanted to keep track of everyday I didn't tear myself up, somehow I thought it might encourage me to stop. It didn't. Soon the bathroom was cleaned up, and my arms were covered with a long sleeved workout shirt and my earbuds were blasting music into me. My legs were flying underneath me, carrying me up to my sanctuary yet again. I forced air in and out of my lungs, pushing myself harder than usual. I was running away again. Was this my way of dealing with my self-harm? Running away? 

I sway to the music flooding into my ears,"You are surrounding, all my surroundings, twisting the kaleidoscope, behind both of my eyes----"

"Oh, hi. I didn't know anyone else came up here."

A voice woke me from my musical state, forcing me to jump off of my usual sitting rock and rip the earbuds out of my ears.

"Uhm, hi! I've um, never seen you around here.." I say, pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear. 

It was a guy who found me. He was tall, about 6 foot. He had short brown hair that stuck up in the front, brown eyes, and pale-ish skin. He wore a white muscle tank-top and navy blue basketball shorts. 

"Yeah, haha. I'm Rhett, by the way. You?" He flashes a smile showing straight white teath.

"Taylor."

"Nice. What school do you go to?"

"Well, I just moved here actually, but I start as a Junior at Steamboat High. You?" 

He rubbed the back of his neck and spoke again," Really? Me too. Where do you live?"

I waved my hand around, gesturing toward the trail, " I live down on Pine Lane. You?"