Bad Luck

Chapter 19: Tears

This was it! The end of my horrible life! I put the knife to my throat and was ready to slit it until my brother took it away. I was left with a small scar on my throat and my brother cried as he saw the blood dripping down my sweater. I was filled with so much anger, why did he stop me? I was finally going to be happy. He broke down into tears and asked me why I was about to leave him. My brother was the closest thing I had to a friend.

When I was younger he would always play games with me, read me stories, sleep by me when I was scared, we had pillow fights and I mean thats the last I could remember when I had fun but it all stopped when he got married and moved out of the house. I finally figured out an answer to he's question. I told him that I was going to leave him the same way he left me. My brother was shattered, heartbroken, he stopped talking and stared blankly into space. I hated seeing him like this.

I covered up the scar with a bandage. When I went back to school, Eva was curious about the bandage and asked if I was ok. It hurt me to lie to my own best friend but I couldn't risk another accident like Emma's one. I already lost my one best friend and I wasn't prepared to lose the other so I told Eva that I fell off my bicycle. 2 hours later she asked me if I was ok because she said I seemed a little "OFF". I couldn't help but cry on her shoulder. I couldn't speak but Eva didn't care, she just told me to cry all my pain out.

I told Eva everything and I told her why I lied to her. She seemed heartbroken that Emma and I were fighting and she told me that Emma was only trying to help.

Emma came to sit by me later that day. She told me she was really sorry and I couldn't help but to apologise as well. I never wanted for us to fight like how we did. Emma started crying because she told me that Eva told her everything. She told me that she cannot bare the fact that I was about to die and we were fighting. She said she couldn't live with herself.

I gave Emma a big hug and we promised never to fight again. It seems like some people were actually going to miss me. I always thought that no one cared about me and I guess I was wrong.

I sat in class doing my work until I felt a paper hit my head. I opened it up and written on it said "FREAK". Another paper was thrown at me, this time it said "MENTALLY INSANE". I couldn't take it anymore! I ran out of the class and cried under the tree.

I felt slober on my hand,  I lifted up my head and it was Timmy the dog. Timmy was Winston Highs mascot. He jumped on me and started licking my face. I couldn't help but smile and laugh. I got into trouble for leaving the class because apparently its known as "bunking". I stood whole break picking up the litter on the field and watching everybody laugh at me. As I was picking up the litter...I tripped over something and my knee popped out of its socket. I screamed in pain. Emma and Eva took me to the nurses office and she popped my knee back into it socket. It was so painful. She wrapped my knee and sent me home early.

The next day....

I laid in bed whole day texting on my tab. Suddenly a message from an unknown number came through. It read " meet me on the field tomorrow at 2nd break and I hope your knee gets better." Who was this person and why would he/she want to meet me?