Riding the tired school bus to school the next day all I could think about was the blade and what it was capable of. Death. Relief? I mean she was happy why would she need it.
Boys and Girls always wanted to be her friend. People loved her. I loved her. Maybe it was just a razor she used for shaving her legs. Yeah. That's what it was for.
Snapped back into reality by the sound of the screeching at the back of the bus. I open my eyes to see a kid eating the dry pieces of gum from under the seat. Why? He looks hungry. I stand up and give him the rosy red apple that lies at the bottom of my ripped Jansport. He rubs it on his sky blue polo shirt. Georgia Middle School. I remember attending that school. My little sky blue skirt and white blouse. Nowadays I attend Chesterton High School. My wardrobe consists of many things including my Mums old denim converse, a black dress but mainly Jeans with a long overhanging sweater or even shorts and t-shirt. The occasional change in my clothing was generally Nikita's red jean shorts and a long, white lacy tank top with black sneakers.
The bus pulls to a hault and I jump off and head towards my locker. I wonder what the latest tattoo it will have recieved today. A skull drawn in pink Sharpie pen. It matches the pink bubblegum and the hearts with the initials of S + E in them which is obviously Skyler and Elliot. The couple that have been together since Kindergarten. I remember one time seeing Skyler crying in the girls' bathroom and Elliot heard so he ditched his Football game and he ran into the girls' bathroom and sat with her.
Bring! Bring! The 2 bells that signal "Hurry Up and Get to Homeroom before Mr Curtis (The Princpal) gives you a detention and makes you scrape the gum off the bleachers." I grab my leather compendium and my light purple flowery pencil case. The locker door slams behind me as I dart round the corners of the corridors. A kid is shoved in the School Trophy Cabinet and a few kids are caught by the teachers smoking. I scramble up the stairs and I make it to Homeroom just on the bell.
"Present, Miss Davies." I say as I make my way down to the back of the class. I normally sit with Azaliah and Hunter, But they seem to be enjoying each others company in the back corner over there and it doesn't appear to be Chemistry. I run my cold fingers over the scratched windows tracing the shapes and words drawn into it.
After Homeroom I head towards English where I sit near the back of the class. Nikita sits next to me. She places her textbooks and journals all over the stratched desks. She is drawing away while I am trying my best to focus on the class but I can't. That blade is piercing the back of my mind. Briinnnggg......
That signals the end of an exhausting class.
"Nikita! Let's go. We are gonna be late." I give her a slight shove.
She snaps her book closed. We scurry off to our next class like headless chickens. Health.
I hate health there are 3 things I know about health:
1. The Boys and Girls need to wear more deoderant.
2. In Health is where I am the most artistic
3. Health is a waste of my time I mean I eat an apple a day well not today as I gave the boy in the bus that apple but yeah oh well.
Me and Nikita sit together in every class. Health, Chemistry, Math you name it we are together.
In Health I said I am the most artistic well so is Nikita I peer over to see the drawings in her book but all I see is a faint skull. I take another look. There it is. The blade, I see it again? I peek again making sure Nikita doesn't see me.
The blade is the paintbrush
and her wrist is the canvas.
I scream but it feels like no one else can hear me. It happens to me in bad dreams and I normally pinch myself to wake up. But this time it isn't dream and the truth is you can't wake up from reality....
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A Lost Soul...
Novela JuvenilShe was my best friend. She was my sister but worst of all she was my other half. She's now gone. Taken to early but did she want to leave me?
