*Callie's POV*
It was the middle of winter, snow flakes were falling slowly on the ground as I look through my window. Looking back on it now I wish we hadn't fell apart, I wish I didn't let everything get the best of me. I look down at my blank note pad thinking deeply, thoughts run through my mind I can't seem to figure out what about. My mind takes me to a bunch of different places at once, flashbacks race through my mind making me slightly panic, I don't know what it was about him.. The way he smiled, or maybe it was his eyes? no no definitely the personality. His smile was captivating though, there always seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes that I loved and made me wonder... why? Staring blankly outside the window a knock disrupts my train of thought if it was even there. It had been two weeks since me and Brandon had sex, I feel sick too my stomach as Mariana walks in
"Hey Cal" she says in a dreamily tone
"Hey Mar, how was school?" I ask trying too forget the nausea I'm feeling
"Well, I met this guy his name is Zac and I really like him" She smiles happily looking at me as I go pale "Are you alright?" she questions
"I'm fin-" before I could finish my sentence I was off running to the bathroom I start dry heaving over the toilet before throwing up, Mariana isn't far behind me as she grabs a hair tie, puts my hair up in a bun, and starts rubbing my back
"Oh my god Callie what did you eat?" she asks concerned, I wish I could say it was something I ate...
"Oh, I think I ate some bad chicken from school" I lied Mariana looks at me disgusted and nods as she slowly walked out, I throw up once more before getting up flushing the toilet and brushing my teeth to get the taste out.
I soon hear the door open "Hello my babies" Stef was home, I slightly smiled as I walked down the stairs she looks over at me and smiles
"Hello love, how was school? Wheres Mama?" I chuckle
"School was good, and mama had too stay late to finish some paperwork" I hear a tiny groan come from Stefs mouth
"Well you must be hungry love, yes?" I smile and nod. But the truth was food made me wanna throw up even more, I feel so sick it hurts too move. I soon hear feet shuffle in
"Callie!" I hear my little brother Jude say I smile and slowly walk over too him, pulling him into my embrace smiling. I look up for a second too see Brandon, he looks at me disgusted and walks away not speaking a word to me. It's been like this ever since last week, I told him that we couldn't be together because I was back together with Wyatt. He didn't accept that and he's resented it for a while now.
A couple hours go by and everyones sitting at the dining table eating, I look down at my food and feel nauseous, I pick at my food hoping no one would notice but Mariana does, so does mama. Mariana shrugs it off but Mama being her says something
"Callie honey is everything alright? you haven't touched your food" She frowns a bit giving me a concerned look I bite my bottom lip and look down
"Uh yea, I'm fine. I just don't feel good can I lay down?" I plea, Stef and Lena look at each other looking concerned. Soon Stef tells me too go ahead. I rush upstair to the bathroom and I throw up, I throw up like theres no tomorrow tears rushing from my eyes. I hate getting sick, but I have too deal with it for now pretend I'm okay and keep everything on the DL.
As I flush the toilet I peer out the door too see if anyones coming, once I see it all clear I slowly close the door and lift up my long sleeve to reveal my deep cuts. I always told myself that it wouldn't get to this point, I told myself I had too stay strong for Jude. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, I pull down my sleeve and open it, it was Brandon.
"H-Hey are you okay?" He questions concern and worry filling his eyes, I scoff
"Fine." I state as I try to walk away Brandon grabs my wrist I wince in pain, he looks at me scared that he hurt me
"Callie, I know you're not okay..." he starts "Please talk to me" I could see the desperation in his eyes, but somethings stopping me. Stopping me from breaking down in his arms and telling him that I'm not okay, somethings telling me too just push him away so thats what I do.
"Brandon" I snap "let go of my fucking wrist and let me go" I growl, he looks at me pain in his eyes, he feels bad for ignoring me and hurting me but nothing can change what he did too me. He left me. I pull my wrist away from his grasp, I bite my bottom lip to prevent screaming from pain and I walk too my room slamming the door. I grab the blade and do the only thing I know how too do. Cut
Hey guys! So, this is my first Braille fan fiction lol I'm sorry it sucks but tell me what you think :)
