Stay With Me

Chapter 2

As I walked back to my friends I stopped dead in my tracks. I had to be dreaming, I just had to. What I saw in front of me was just an illusion. You need some water Drew, that's what you need Drew. As I walked closer I realized it wasn't an illusion. I swear I felt a tear on my cheek. I started sprinting as fast as I could. I was so happy I didn't care if I looked like a freak. He hadn't even changed a bit. I Jumped on him and gave him the biggest hug I could.  He started laughing and I let go to smile at him. It was him it was Derek.

A few hours later...............

We caught up on life and everything for a while and I was okay with wasting my time talking to him, and I'm sure that Jake and Tommy felt the same. He said he was staying with a friend the entire time he was gone and that he was attending a good school down there. He was so advanced he has actually graduated early. He was going into his first year of college this year, instead of his senior year of high school. All in all we laughed, we had serious moments and there may or may not have been a few tears, but that is confidential.

**** Okay so I am changing point of view now so not to confuse anyone it's just I had to have it in Drew's point of view for the beginning. Now it will change from Derek to Abby's a lot so.... READ ON I SAY!!!!!!! 

Abby's POV

"You piece of shit look what you did!" My aunt yelled at me. I was on my knees cleaning up the glass she threw at me. She was drunk she didn't know what she did, it's fine. I was kicked onto the floor. As I was laying there I was having a hard time breathing. I was kicked again. It is probably because I was late coming home, and not making her dinner. I started wheezing, because she kicked me in the chest.  I tried crawling away, but of coarse it is never that easy. She grabbed my hair and started to drag me too the kitchen. I started to scream and she threw my head down on the ground so hard I heard a crack.  It was so loud I heard it echo of the walls. Or maybe it was just me, hearing it echo in my head. I saw her take a knife and come closer to me. She knee-ed next to me and put the knife up to my neck. I could feel the cold metal and it was the worst feeling I ever had felt. I wanted to cry so bad but that wouldn't be the best of my ideas. She would only do more damage to me. I held my breath. I felt her hot sticky breath on my face, and I wanted to vomit so bad. What did I ever do to deserve being treated like this. This thought make me want to cry even more. She leaned in even further, so close I could feel her nose on my cheek as she whispered in my ear.

"Don't ever disrespect me again, listen to me, and follow my rules, and you wont get hurt. Consider a punishment and a warning. You are a worthless piece of shit on the bottom of a homeless person shoe. No wonder your mother died in that car crash with your father. It was to get away from you. You are the reason they are dead, you fat bitch!" She yelled as she pushed the knife into my neck so much it choked me and cut my skin at the same time. Then she got up slapped me in the face so hard, I'm sure I would feel it well into next week. She started to walk away but then turned around and kicked me excruciatingly hard, as a matter of fact I coughed up blood. "Don't forget to make me dinner sweetheart." She said in a sickly sweet voice.

Once she left I made her spaghetti, her favorite, then I went up to my room. I wasn't allowed to eat on the weekdays. So I went to my room, well actually my bathroom. I searched for my razor and when I found it I accidentally looked in the mirror. What I saw me didn't surprise me at all. I saw a fat worthless person staring back at me. This thing had pale skin, so white it would make paper look tan if you put it up to it's face. It's eyes looked like they were painted with water colors on a piece of canvas. So dull, but full of emotion that this thing is so good at hiding. This thing had bags under her eyes that would be noticeable to someone for miles and miles away. I couldn'd handel it any more I burst into tears. I put the razor to my left wrist. I pushed it on a closed wound and pulled it right. The red substance started pouring down my hand and on to the shower floor. That one is for me being worthless I thought. I did this again in a different spot. This is for being stupid. I did it again. This is for being fat. Again. This is for being weak, this is for being annoying, a waist of space, pollution to everyone around you, not having anyone that cares about you, having your parents kill themselves because of you, the cause of your parents death. This one if for everything. I thought as I made a cut diagonal on my are across all the cuts. I was crying so hard I passed out in the shower. 

When I woke up I didn't know where I was at first, but then I realized I was only in my shower. Why would anyone come to save me from my life anyways. I'm stupid for thinking so, for even a minute. I stood up, but immediately sat down for  I was too dizzy to stand. I reached across the tub to the faust. I turned it on. I filled up the tub and it was freezing, but why did I deserve a hot shower. I was sitting in the shower with cloths and all. I leaned back and laid down. I slid under and let my self stay under water until my lungs started to burn. But when they did I didn't get up, no. What I did was scream until I had no breath left then I slowly got up. I started to cry again but this time not as much. Once I was out of fluids I got out. I knew what I had to do to get out of everyone's hair.

Half an hour later I was at the bridge soaking wet still. It was actually pretty cold out for a summer night. I stepped onto the ledge and looked down, it was a long fall but I didn't care. I took a deep breath and said my good by's to everyone. But who really cared anyways. I counted my cuts. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18.19.20.21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49. I will count to 49 then I will jump. When I got to 49 I jumped. The way down was a slow fall to my happy ending, I started to smile and relax. No more pain, no more judgment, no more sorrow. I can be free. When I slammed into the water it stung for a bit. I let all the air out of my mouth and just relaxed as the water submerged around my body pulling my under. This was very peaceful, so calm no one can hurt me now. As I started to drift off i felt someone grab me but everything was black I couldn't react to anything they were going to do to me. I heard someone say SHIT then everything went black.

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