I'm abruptly awoken at 5:00 a.m. by Andy Biersack's perfect weapon.. screaming. Its Monday, another joyous day of school. The only reason I stay at the school is for Lizzy and Elly. Maybe Nate or else I would've left that Hellhole last year. I'm only 14 and have two years left. I skipped a grade or two. Might as well make the most of it right?
I get out of bed and get dressed. I wear my ripped black jeans, black leather boots, a black and blue shirt torn on the chest and sleeves, and a black leather jacket. I put my make up on and do my hair.
I finish at 6:00 and eat half a piece of toast. I brush my teeth and get my keys off of Kyle's dresser. I look at him still sleeping and see there is another human in his bed. I quietly close the door. I clean my motorcycle, put my buds in, put my full-faced helmet on and leave.
As I get to Lizzy's house I can hear her music through the closed house. I open the door not bothering to knock.
"Honey, I'm home!"
"Welcome Darling!" She says as if I were her wife.
"How dare you! Listening to Sleeping with Sirens without me!"
"If you can't hang then there's the door baby." she winked at me as she sang along.
"Are you ready yet?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yeah. Let me put on my jacket and helmet." She is wearing her tight-ass leather jeans, pierce the veil shirt, leather jacket, and her leather shoes.
"That enough leather?" I ask sarcastically.
"Let's just go." she says.
"Okay got your helmet?"
"Yep!" we get on the bike and drive off. We pass the school around 7. We go get coffee, somewhere other than Starbucks, and arrive at 7:25. "Close enough." says Lizzy.
I get to my reserved spot. I know what your thinking and no, I'm not a popular bitch. I just have my connections. And the fact I'm the captain of our cheer squad. I'm just not a bitch about it like Julie Tyler.
"Hey Babe." Nate says grabbing my hips as I get off of the bike. I dramatically take off my helmet as he kisses me. I take a deep breath and he smells like Autumn's vanilla perfume. I pull away. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay" he says as he kisses me again.
"Get a room. Goddamn!" Emily says as she walks over to us.
"Oh crap, I have to go..." there was a slight pause as if thinking. "Talk to Carson. Bye guys."
"See yah." we all say.
"Can I tell you guys something?" I ask as lean against Jackson's car.
"Of course!" They both say.
"I think Nate is cheating on me." I say hesitantly.
"Why on Earth would he do that?" Lizzy asks. She has been close to Nate since first grade. I knew she'd defend him.
"I don't know why but its just he's acting distant and he smells like that vanilla shit Autumn wears."
"Autumn is such a whore!" Emily screams.
"It's probably nothing. I'm going to drop my stuff off. See you guys 2nd Period."
"Okay bye." they yell.
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I hated this feeling. It's the feeling I had when I dated Rudy and found out he cheated on me. My wrists are still scarred. If this is another Rudy situation I'm going to end up cutting again.
"I give up." My mind screams at me. Stupid suicidal thoughts again. I walk to my locker and see Jackson, Nate's twin. Evidently our lockers are close. I grab my art supplies and start walking to Mr. Larson's Advanced Art Class. I usually just drop my stuff of there. I didn't hear anything coming from the room so I walked in. There I see Autumn on top of Nate. Both naked. I drop the art stuff dramatically, a little more dramatically then I had planned and run down the hall crying. Nate is calling and running after me. I refuse to listen to him.
I run into the girls' bathroom. I pull me double edge razor blade out of my purse. I hear Nate screaming through the door. I ignore his screams for forgiveness. When I make the first cut I gasp in relief as the blood trails down my hand, landing on the floor. I make 20 more. My whole forearm is red from blood and cuts. I put the blade in a napkin and run out of school. I hang my arm down and it makes a trail of blood. Its the middle of 2nd period. No one is outside.
I skip the rest of school. There's no one home when I get there. I'm still bleeding. I only live 4 minutes away from school. My blood probably dripped off of my wrist and onto the pavement. My bike is red now.
I get inside and put a napkin over my 21 cuts. No blood on the carpet! I blast all my metal CD's and burn all of the pictures, teddy bears, and cards he's gotten me. I keep his jacket, just in case.
I open my closet door and walk upstairs. When I was 12 I was really depressed and I built it on. A getaway place I guess you could say. There is a couch, TV, anime DVD's, radio, CD's, and candles.
I lay on the beat up couch. After I change into a plain black long-sleeve pajama set. I make 17 more cuts on my right arm. Even though I just murdered my wrists, I couldn't help but think about him. Asking myself how long this could've gone on. Days? Weeks? Months? Years?!? Oh God... I start sobbing and I have an urge for vengeance. He needs to pay. He will never forget my name. I will haunt all of his dreams. I will hurt him like he has hurt me. In a notebook I write Autumn Chevy Harlet, Nathan Michael Johnson, and I put my wet wrists on the page.
