Our Story

Chapter Two

Willow

I was disturbingly woken by the rays of the sun as I slowly lift my heavy eyes into view.

It took me awhile to figure out that I had slept in a random alley.

It also took me awhile to figure out what had happened to my now disgustingly dry bloody hand.

My body felt weak, must have been all the blood that leaked out of my hand.

Finding my way out the woods was extremely difficult knowing that I was injured and weak and couldnt see much my way around. Its surely surprinsing how I managed to get out of there on such conditons.

I knew I would have to go home and get ready for school at this time, but judging by the way it was looking though, I dont think Im going to be attending. 

I look for a way out the alleyway and then slowly as well as weakly stood up once I found it.

I didnt really acknowledge the fact that I had blood all over my uniform until I got home and decided on a shower.

Luckily, my dad left for work early like usual or he would freak out over my appearance and would ask a million questions about it.

I strip off my uniform and throw it in the washing machine before then jumping in the shower seconds after.

I watch as the hot water wash away most of the dried up blood on my hand and into the drain.

I wince suddenly from the sudden pain of my hand as it hit my wound. I hid my arm away from the hot water and tried my best of my ability to wash myself up.

Twenty minutes later, I get out the shower, a towel wrapped around my naked body and walk to my room to get dressed.

I was already planning to skip school and do something else by myself instead.

But my mind couldnt settle on anything since my mind kept repeating the events of last night. I put on blue top that was randomly picked out from my closet and then some random grey sweats also picked out randomly.

Everything was fresh. If you were to ask me what exactly happened I probably would be able to tell you scene by scene, exact word from word. And I could still remember his face. Now that Im aknowleding that fact It looked familiar.

Was he one of those kids from school? Those popular ones?

I barely payed attention to anyone because I was always in my world, thinking and thinking about my life and how messed up it was. But I couldve sworn I seen him from somewhere.

I walk downstairs to the living room and sat on the couch, thinking.

I needed to do something to make me stop thinking about last night.

You could give a cigarette a try.

No, my dad already smokes and besides I hate the smell of it.

A knife could be your best friend today.

Maybe some other time.

You could always end your life lik-

No. Never. At least not in a couple of years. I can’t end up like my mom.

Not getting any helpful ideas, I shake my head violently out of my devilious thoughts.

I walked outside since I didnt know what to do. It was chilly like yesterday, but a bit more sunnier and it seemed way more safer and more peacefuller out since it was like eight in the morning, the last time I checked.