Sarah

Chapter One

Sarah closed her locker and sighed. She hates school, like most sixteen year olds. But instead of flunking, she works hard so she can get out of that house people call her home.

"Sarah?" She turned around to see her best friend, Ryan. He's a year younger but they have been friends for over ten years. "Are you okay? You've been just standing there for over three minutes."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She held her binder to her chest. "Just not looking forward to going back home." Ryan frowned.

"If you want, you can come stay the night with me. Tonight is the night my grandma makes homemade scones, so the house will smell amazing!" Ryan lives with his grandparents, since his mom died when he was very young, and his dad has never been in the picture.

"I won't stay the night, but I'll definitely come over for dinner." Ryan smiled, then waved.

"Gotta go to class, just text me when you are going to come over!" Sarah stood there as she watched Ryan run off to class, and sighed again. She slowly walked into her science class, looking for a place to sit.

"Ms.Davis, you're late." The science teacher, Mr.Barbrooke muttered, making everyone look at her.

"Sorry, sir. I forgot my binder after lunch in my locker."

"'Sorry sir' does not excuse you for being late. Detention." Sarah sighed.

"Would you have rathered me come to class unprepared, sir?" He looked down. "Because I want to actually learn, instead of slacking off and not paying attention. Maybe you haven't noticed, but I have a 98 in your class. So, please, if I'm late to grab my binder so I can take notes that I will need for exams, please let me." He looked back up at Sarah.

"I'll let you go, just this once. Since you're a good student."

***

Sarah stepped up the steps to her house, already hearing her parents yelling at each other. She opened the door, revealing them in the kitchen. Her mom looked at Sarah, and forced a smile.

"Welcome home, sweetie."

"Whatever." Sarah dropped her bag at the door, running upstairs to her room. She locked her door and took her earphones out of her pocket and plugging them into her phone. Soon, Green Day was blaring through her head.

She looked at herself through her mirror, rolling up her sleeve, seeing the many scars. Layers apon layers of scar tissue on her skin. All from a blade. Sarah walked over to her dresser, pulling out her sock drawer and moving a few things aside, taking out the blade. She sat in the corner of her room, just going away at her arm. She doesn't even feel it anymore, it is just to see the blood.

Text from: Ryan
Hey, you still coming over?

Sarah placed the blade down and grabbed her phone, smiling as she texted back.

Replying to: Ryan
Yeah, is it still okay to sleep over? Parents are yelling again, don't see it stopping anytime soon.

Her phone started to ring, showing a picture with her and Ryan, smiling.

"Hello?" She said, leaning her head on the wall behind her.

"What are they fighting about?" Ryan asked.

"Something about politics, you know my dad, Trump rules." Ryan laughed.

"Yup. Here, lemme go ask my Grandma if it's okay for you to sleep over... GRANDMA!!" Sarah soon heard the lovely voice of his grandmother. "Can Sarah stay the night?.. Yeah, they are... Thanks!" He laughed. "She said yes. Just bring a pillow, okay?"

"Okay, see you soon."

***

Sarah knocked on the door, soon revealing Ryan's Grandma.

"Hi Mrs.Hiu, can I come in?" She smiled, moving out of the way.

"I hope you like meatballs, I need to use up the last of the ground beef!" Sarah smiled.

"Sounds amazing!" Ryan came running down the stairs.

"Sarah! Oh my god, you look horrible... Come with me." Sarah followed Ryan up to his room, sitting on his bed. "You did it again, didn't you?" He asked, sitting next to her.

"Y-Yeah, right before you called me." Ryan sighed.

"Sare bear, you have to stop this, its not good for you..."

"What else am I supposed to do? Just let the pain build up inside me?" Ryan took both of her hands in his, then looked at her.

"I hate saying this, but you need help. You need to go to a shrink. You need to be on medication." Sarah looked down. "Sarah look at me." She looked back up. "Please... For me? You've been struggling for far too long with this, and I hate seeing you like this. I'll help you, I'll go with you, just please, get help." A tear feel down her cheek.

"Okay."