Unforgivable

Lies and The Lost Cause

Remember. Remember everything. The hitting. The blade ripped through my arm. The words. I pushed the blade deeper. Tears streamed down my face. I ignored them. My crush. The only thing stopping me from cutting straight down my wrist instead of across was me and my brothers' bracelet.

Take it off, a voice said to me. Remember the lies. My dad used to say he loved me. Lies. My mom used to kiss me goodnight. Fake. My brother used to always have my back. User. I'm done with the lies.

I walked past everyone hurrying myself to the bathroom. When I walked in two people were washing their hands. I walked into the stall farthest away from the door. I put my bag on a hook, on the stall door. My phone case was still open a little bit but my blade was hidden safely inside.

After the incident, I hid in the janitors closet. I had to skip a couple of my classes before I could calm down.

I grabbed the blade eager for the pain. The blood. My hand ran across my cut up arm. I held the blade to my arm and pushed a little bit rougher than I wanted. A thin stream of blood ran down my arm.

"Marco?" a sad voice said from somewhere by the door. I put my glove on and rubbed a piece of toilet paper on some blood on my hand. "Marco, I know you're here, who else has those shoes?" the voice was joking. I walked out of the bathroom and to the sink.

"What?" I said annoyed. He looked down at me.

"What's tha-" he stopped mid-sentence. He looked at my left arm. I hid it behind my back. He walked towards me and grabbed my arm roughly. Blood had escaped and dripped beyond my glove. Luke looked at me with anger but also sadness in his eyes. "Why?"

"What do you care? I'm just a lost cause," I ripped my arm away from him, grabbed my bag from the hook hurrying out of the bathroom.

Footsteps hurried behind me. The halls were nearly empty. I looked at a clock near one of the staircases and saw that everyone had gone home. Why did Luke stay?

I walked through the door and out into the warm summer-ish air. I hurried to grab my skateboard, I always hide it behind this one bush so no one can take it, it was my brothers after all.

I ran then set down my skateboard, standing on it (more like trying to regain my balance). Luke had run to his car, that gave me a chance to take a shortcut to my house. I picked up my skateboard and walked into a dirt road that Luke's car wouldn't be able to fit through.

"Marco!" Lacy's voice was dry and shaky but still audible. I hurried faster to the second dirt road that leads to my street. Branches brushed my shoulders here and there. I came to the end of the dirt road and saw his car waiting for me. Lacy ran behind me trying to catch up. I ran down another dirt road, down a hill, and around a corner. Lacy still following me out of breath. I sped-walked off the dirt road and to my street.

Luke's car was still waiting. I chanced it and ran as fast as I could across the street, to my lawn, and through my door. Lacy stood on the other side with Luke practically screaming at me to open the door. Even if I wanted to I couldn't, the torture closet's door was open.