splitting open

Chapter one

"Is that blood?"

My eyes dart back and forth nervously, "No?" fuck

This is not a question that should be answered with another question. Shit.

I feel this conversation need some context, well my name is Jade and I just got caught cutting my self. Fuck I'm screwed. My friend looks at my wrist.

"Let's get you cleaned up". He helps me up and I sit on the toilet while he cleans and bandages my wrist. I glare at him.

"Right now I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge." He sighs 100000000% done with my shit.

"Can I pick?" I say sarcastically, shrugging him off.

"Really, you are going to be sarcastic NOW? What the hell Jade yOU COULD HAVE DIED!!" I take back what I said earlier, Derek is 73827416738628476837427% done with my shit, I don't know if that number exist but it does now.

"I'm not sure if you are aware, however, seems as we have been friends for so many years now, I would expect you to be aware that I am ALWAYS a sarcastic little shit and ain't nothin' gonna change that!" I snap my fingers at the end in a Z formation for emphasis. Derek is so. fucking. done. I start laughing at the insaneness of the situation. And get whacked upside the head. Sigh. Thanks, fren.