I slammed the bathroom door and grabbed the blade on the counter. “Why? Huh? Tell me!” I dug the blade into my upper thigh and slid it across, tears filling up around the rims of my grey eyes, “Why? Please, please...tell me…God.” I screamed, falling to the cold, blue, tile on my knees and watched the blood seep in between the white cement that separated the small tiling. Salty tears ran down my face and so I screamed at my weak self.
I wiped the blood off my leg, fixed my blue jean shorts, and wiped the tears off of my face. I attempted to get up, staggering backwards and hitting the wall. I grunted screaming and kicking the sink in front of me, “Why don’t you fucking tell me?” I yelled, my words hanging limp in the air. I balled up my fist, and swung at my angry reflection, watching my brown hair separate into little glass fragments as my fist slammed into the mirror.
I fell backward, slightly to the left into the bathtub. Pain shot through my body, “Dammit!” I screamed in agony. My throat hurt and was dried out but I didn’t care. My back quickly starting to ache, I tried to fix my uncomfortable position but failed miserably due to my left hand’s injury. “Help! Someone help me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I heard my home phone ring, and so I tried even harder to get up. It could be my work or maybe Kyle. ‘Kyle’s dead…idiot.’ “Ugh! Bloody hell!” I muttered hastily under my breath as I heard the phone ring for the last time. “Hey, Ariella. It’s Nicki, call me when you can, wanted to invite you to the Vogue party tomorrow! Anyways I’m about to call you again, so answer babe!” Nicki Reynolds, my best friend said into the phone. I heard her hang up and then it rang again, I sighed annoyed. While I waited for it to go to voicemail, I stretched out my legs and wrapped them around the pole connected to the sink. I pulled myself up and hoisted up the rest of my body with my right hand.
“Okay, well I know you hear this right now because I’m outside your house and your cars here, so answer the door or I’m climbing through the window,” she paused, “3…2…1….well, fine then. Suit yourself. See ya in a bit, love ya!” she finished sounding partially happy and partially annoyed. I heard a loud grunt and a “Your such a stubborn bitch Arie!” I heard Nicki holler.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, turning on the sink water. I heard Nicki’s loud heels stomp through the hallway. Then suddenly her tall, only because of the heels, dark, frail, figure stood five feet away from me, eyes widened. I tried to hide the blood everywhere; I tried to hide the blade, the evidence…that I did this…to myself. I slipped the blade into my pocket and stared at myself in the mirror- correction, broken mirror. My hair was everywhere and looked like a rats nest; my gunpowder-grey eyes were wide and looked like glass. Blood was all over my cheeks, and I had to look away before I gagged, even though usually blood didn’t bother me.
“Love, what happened to you? Why did you do this?” Nicki asked me, looking away. I shrugged, remembering how she hated blood. I heard her gag and so I told her to wait for me in my bedroom. She said okay and ran off, clutching her hand over her mouth. I rolled my eyes, and got a rag from the cabinet to wet and fix my leg up a little with. I winced and flinched every time the cold, icy water landed on my thigh, the rag hadn’t worked well so I tried just plain water to skin…it still felt like hell though. I did manage to wipe all of the blood and dry tears off my face. I didn’t bother brushing my hair, so I opened up my medicine cabinet and pulled out a bandage, several actually because I cut it so long, deep too but I didn’t want to go to the hospital and tell them what had happened…truth was? I didn’t even quite know, to be completely honest. I put the last bandage on and felt tears coming on, they stung, running down my face. As I walked out the bathroom, turned off the light, and continued down the short hallway. I opened the cracked door and sat on my bed across the room. Nicki kicked off her tall, never ending heels on the floor and held out her arms. I read her worried expression and hugged her. “What happened, babe?” she asked me. I inhaled deeply through my nose and explained everything. It’s a long story, I had told her. She said she had all the time in the world so I began.
