The Broken Ones

Chapter 2

Surprisingly the day went by normally, except for the few glares I received from Trevor and his “crew”. It was the last period and I knew that the only way to escape another beating was to skip class early. After asking my teacher to go to the bathroom I silently thanked myself for never bringing my bag in class. I quickly headed to my locker to grab my stuff and was heading out when I heard someone moaning in pain. Considering I have and still am a victim of bullying I knew I had to help out whoever was being bullied. I followed the sound to the gym and was horrified when I saw I guy with a black hoodie kicking Blare. I busted into the gym and instantly started yelling, “What the fuck do you think your doing to my best friend dickhead ?!” “Well look who it is” the man said with a menacing chuckle “it's little old Sky looking to be a hero for her BFFL.” Blare was coughing up some blood which wasn't a good sign, she looked up at me and as I stared into her eyes it looked like she was begging for me to leave. “Who are you, asshole?” I spat at the stranger. “Well that's no way for a lady to speak.” He taunted, “but if you must know, my name's Ash. And I came here to fuck up your friends face. It really does need some adjusting.” After hearing those last words I am proud to say that Blare took it upon herself to personally spit on the Ash's fancy shoes and then proceed to use all that was left of her strength to punch him in the balls. Ash doubled over in pain giving me enough time to kick him in the face and yell “Don't you ever fuck with me and my best friend again.” Without another word me and Blare ran out of there and the godforsaken hellhole that people call school.

As we ran out into the parking lot I thought it was a good time to ask Blare a question, “Hey Blare, you wanna stay over at my house tonight? I know you hate coming home to your dad, and today is right?” “Yea I know, but I can't Sky, you know I can't. He'd gone on a rampage if he came home to find me to there.” “I know, I know, it was worth a try.” I replied with a small smile. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Blare and I grew up together but there was few things we never shared until a year ago. Last year when me a Blare were rummaging through her room looking for an old notebook in which we wrote songs together I found a small box. At first I thought it was any ordinary box, for jewelry or maybe a small pendant but when I opened it up what I found was most definitely not a necklace. The box contained six razors, I was so confused at to why she would possibly have this and when I looked up to question her about it her eyes opened in horror. I'm not stupid I knew that Blare was depressed and I knew what depression can drive people to do to themselves but I honestly though Blare was stronger than that. “W-what's this?” I questioned her. Blare instantly looked up in shock and immediately stopped what she was doing. “Um n-nothing.” “Don't lie to me Blare, cmon' just tell me.” By then I was worried, it was like Blare to go all shy on me. “Honestly, its my problem not yours, ok?” And just like that she became angry with me. “And who gave you the right to look through my drawer! You know very well that that drawer is never to be opened!” “I'm sorry I was just look-” “You know what who cares you know? Certainly not you! I admit I cut myself! So what! Big deal, it's not like anyone would care if I even died right?!” “Cmon' Blare you know that's not true, I’m here for you, I always am.” Although it sounds like any other friend consoling another, that day was the first time Blare and I everything. From stealing a cookie, to our first crush. We told each other everything.

As I was laying in bed thinking about all this, I realized I was having another panic attack. My breathing became irregular and suddenly everything came so fast. One minute I was reminiscing on old memories the next I'm freaking out over the possibility that Blare might cut again. I mean why wouldn't she? Her dad beats her when he's drunk, she got beat up by a guy named Ash and who knows what else he could've done. Problems seem to be pouring down on her, not to mention the fact that I always come to her to talk about my stupid problems when honestly, she has it worse than me. Before I knew it I was in tears and when I have panic attacks my thoughts get jumbled. As soon as I think of one bad thing everything else just comes to me like a volcano. All these question jumbling in my head and I couldn't take it. What if Blare cuts herself? What if she does it because of you? What if she hates you? What if she killed herself? What if mom and dad killed themselves? What if Blare got kidnapped? What about my family? Do they even love me anymore? What if I never get to be an artist? What if I fail school? What if I'm just stupid? What if I died?

Well, what would happen? What if I really died? Would anyone care or was I just another piece of trash? It's not like I’ve never thought about it. I mean how can't you? Hell, I even came up with a plan. I've written countless suicide letters but I never got the guts to actually do it. I would set a date and plan everything out. But before I could go through with it I always set a goal. Like, if someone smiles at me today I'm not doing it. If I laugh today I won't do it. If someone cares today I'll never do it. But even if none of these happen I never do it. Oh the thought of it though I mean, what if I were gone. Forever? That's it huh? That's all I got just a stupid goodbye and then I'm gone? No.

Get a hold of yourself Skylar, your friend might be the one thinking all these things and your just sitting around crying and worrying about yourself. Get a move on it! And I'm back. I instantly get up not bothering to get dressed I run downstairs, grab my sweatshirt, throw on my shoes, take my skateboard and I'm off. I really hope she didn't do anything she'll regret.