Until It Hurts

Chapter 1

♋Tate♋

As I lay down at the bottom of the inflated pool holding in all the air i havent released to stay at the bottum. I pull out the blade from my floating pocket. I didn't need to do much since my sleeve floated off my wrist to my elbow. I searched for a bare area to make a new cut but it was hard.

Finally when I did I watched as the blood flowed out and started to float around like magic. It looked so calm, so undesterbed as it made bunches of tangles in front of me. I cut again, twice, three times, four times. After that I begin to lose count.

I hear what sounds like a faint whisper before I pull my sleeve down and swish the water to try and make it clear again.

It gets harder and harder to breath but I still hear a whisper, "Tate, Tate." she calls out. Must be Spencer, of course it is who else would it be. Knowing I'm safe I stand in the 4 foot pool and gasp for air. My wrist is burning but I needed that burn. Thankfully the gray cardigan covered the cuts, however many they're are.

"You can't keep doing this." she says, "Do what? I'm not doing anything." I retort, "Tate, you cant keep hurting yourself like this." she comes closer and yanks my arm causing me to hiss and yank back in pain.

"Sorry sorry!" she apologizes quickly, "Let me go change so we aren't late." I step out of the pool and walk into the backdoor of hell. The door leads straight into my room, or as most people call it a padio room. My mom moved me in here so she could take my old one and give it so the spawn of Satan. My little brother. I strip my body from my now wet and bloody clothes and put it in a pile with others just like it.

I wrap gaze and bandage around my wrist and thrown on a big white long sleeve and some black leggings and combat boots. I run a brush threw my black tangeld hair and leave it to air dry. I'm not a fan of makeup so I don't put any on as usual and grab my bag and walk back out the back door so I don't have to take any shit from my petifile of a father.

"Let's go." I sigh. She nods and we walk around the side of my house to then front. Parked in front is a black ford truck. She got to pick it out herself since her parents were rich, Spencer could get anything her heart desired. But she never took advantage. Spencers not like one of those snobby rich kids that you see in movies or at school. No she has a big heart and doesnt really care for money. Otherwise she wouldnt be at my worn out house helping a basket case like me get to school without shredding my whole arm off.

Spencer unlike me had alot of friends, how she noticed me was unknown. Her perfectedly blonde highlghted hair and piercing blue eyes with a dimpely smile just pulled in all the boys, and she was too nice for the other girls to hate her. Even though spencer had so much attention she never thought about having a boyfriend or having a friendly reputation which always surprised me because shes beautiful and should have a boyfriend but, she only cared about doing what was right and making sure she succeeded and helped others succeed as well.

I got in the back seat of the truck and layed down, "Do you need some coffee or something to help wake you up?" Spencer asked while she turned the keys in ignition, "I might but i doubt it." i sighed, i dont want her spending money on me even thought she is just being nice, "Let me know if you change your mind, i have some change in my purse just for that." Ha. by change dont you mean a $50 bill that your dad probably slipped in your purse for being such a good little girl but you wouldnt take it because your selfless? Oh okay.

I know she is my bestfriend but i envy her sooooo much! she has it all but she never takes advantage of it. Shes amazing and im glad to have her. I laid on my back and closed my eyes just listening to the road pass underneath us. Spencer was humming to some song but i didnt mind. It actully kinda calmed me. I was starting to slip asleep until the truck came to a hault.