Accidental Call

Chapter 1

I threw my books into my locker, letting them fall to them bottom and fished for some coins at the bottom of backpack. I closed the door and turned sharply right into a stiff object. 
I collided into a body. I bounced off of him and onto the floor. The body stayed stiff as if it was merely a brick wall.
"I'm sorry! I- I wasn't watching were I was going!" The body apologized. I scrambled to pick up the bouncing coins from off the groun before looking up to see a boy. He pushed his dark curls aside to reveal emerald eyes that were shining with worry.
"Let me help you up," He told me, ignoring the small group that had gathered around us. Most  were probably wondering why someone was talking to me. The boy extended his arm to help me up and for a split second, I thought about taking it. Instead, I slapped it away and pushed myself up.
"I'm fine. I don't need your help." I said quickly, running away. He stood in shock, his hand now resting at his side and his mouth pressed into a tight line.
As I reached the cafeteria doors, I looked back. The boy wasn't there. I sighed with relief and went to get my food. I grabbed a apple and a slice of pizza from the line up and left the cafeteria. I never eat there. I feel like the stares of everyone when I do. 

I wandered down the hallway to my English class. I looked through the window to see that it was occupied so I looked around the halls to find somewhere else to sit. I was exhausted. I just wanted to eat something. I walked out the school door and leaned against the cool building wall. I stared at dark scars that I had recently made. Each one made me cringe slightly. I had made them last night.

"Hello Bria," my moms drunken voice slurred.
"Hi Mom," I whispered, backing away.
"Brriaaa, come er' " My mom took a step forward, cornering me. She ran her fingers through my hair before raising her hand. Her hand flew to my cheek creating a sickening slap. Instantly, my hand raised to my face, cradling my cheek. My mom backed, laughing drunkenly. I let tears slip down my face, each one splashing on to the tiled floor. I let my free hand wander along the floor. My fingertips brushed against a pencil sharpener. The outside plastic was cracked and falling apart. Taking into my hands, I smashed back to the ground. Tiny pieces flying everywhere. I picked up the largest piece, turning it over before placing uneven plastic against my skin. I've never used plastic before and it felt so different. I dug the sharp tip onto my wrist. The pain hurt but not as much as my emotional pain. I dragged the plastic along my arm. Then started to create a replica of a checker board. horizontal line. Vertical line. Horizontal line. Vertical line. Each line I made, I pressed deeper. Captured blood spilled from the slits and dribbled neatly down my arm. I cringed. What am I doing?

I'm ending it all tonight. I promised myself, biting the apple. I'm going to escape.

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I left school that evening. I left everything the same in my locker, my binders and backpack lying inside. My stride wandered into the middle of the road, not caring about the cars.

A teenager on a bike drove by , his handle bar knocking into my side. I grabbed my hip, as the sting spread through my body.

"Freak!" The 14 year old called back. Even a kid 3 years younger than me, knew what I was.

I opened the door to my house and ran up to my room. I didn't want my mom to see me and make things worse. I closed the door to the bathroom behind me and sat down, letting tears flow freely. 

I'm messed up and I can't change that.

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I hoped you liked this chapter. I thought I did well but I don't know. Tell me some improvements I could make and if you liked it!

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