Lost

~Chapter One: The Night~

Tonight was Saturday and my parents were gone for the weekend, Lilly was at Brittany's, so I was going to have Hannah over.

•texts•

Me- Hannah, you almost here?

Hannah- Yes, but I think tonight you should see if Peter can come over also ;)

Me- Are you crazy! He doesn't want to spend his Saturday night with my ugly self!

Hannah- Your so stubborn ! Don't say that ! He likes you, I can tell.

Me- Honey no he doesn't, your not damn Cupid ! Just hurry up .. Gosh your slow xD

Hannah- I'm here open ya' door !

I rush downstairs and by the time I get down , Hannah is already in the kitchen finding something to eat in the fridge.

"You got any chicken?" Hannah asks me.

"No, now stop tearing up my fridge!" I say shaking my head. Hannah rolls her eyes and closes the fridge door, runs and grabs her bag then heads up to my room, with me following her after locking the front door.

When we get to my room I turn on some music and sit on my window seat looking outside to Peter's house seeing if he's home.

"You still like Peter ? I think on Monday in health we're getting a big project and you two have...."

I cut her off, "He's not going to want to do a big project with me so don't even say I should ask to be his partner." I say in a serious voice. Hannah shuts up right away and grabs her phone and rolls her eyes.

"Why you rolling your eyes?" I ask

"It's Phil again, he keeps textig me but I've told that kid a million times I don't want to date him!" Hannah says then lays her phone down and lets out a soft but sad-like sigh.

The next couple of hours we watch some movies and talk, then my phone suddenly goes off.

"Woah, who's texting you?" Hannah asks in a cheery voice

I unlock my phone, "I don't know. It's an unknown number."

"What's the text say?"

I read it then look up at Hannah then back down. I stutter, "I-it sounds like a song or something but it says

*oh your eyes make the stars look like their not shining*

-another text-

*your hair falls perfectly without you trying, your so beautiful and I'd tell you everyday*

-another text-

*your lips I could kiss them all day if you'd let me, your laugh you hate but I think it's so sexy, your so beautiful* " I finish telling Hannah what it says. Then there's a awkward silence.

"It must be someone pranking me..." I say as I start to feel hot tears fall down my cheek. Hannah doesn't say anything, instead she comes beside me and grabs my phone and replies to the number

*" Listen ! You need to leave my friend alone. She's going through alot right now and doesn't need some jerk to prank her. Okay? So if she ever tells me she got another text from this number , me and you are going to have some issues"*

She sets down my phone, repeats what she texted, and hugs me tightly trying to stop my crying.

"Honey those jerks are worthless. Your going to be fine... I promise." Hannah says quietly. Soon I start to stop crying and drift asleep, cause that's the last thing I rememeber happening before I fall asleep.

------- Sunday Morning -------

I wake up and grab my phone to check it. It's 9:27 in the morning and I didnt have any new texts. I look over to see if Hannah's up or not. When I notice she's still asleep I decide to go down and make some breakfast.

When I get downstairs I notice Lilly and Peter in the kitchen making eggs and toast. I quickly try to fix myself, but I still know I look bad either way.

"Hey sis, me and Peter are going to church together. You wanna come with?" Lilly asks while putting some eggs and a piece of toast on a plate.

"Uh, I don't know. Hannah is here and still asleep." I say while looking at Peter then Lilly then back at Peter.

Peter looks away quickly trying not to make eye contact and blushes.

"You sure you don't want to come Brooklyn?" Peter says nervously with a smile. I nod and tell them to have fun.

"Bye guys."

"Bye sis love you."

"See ya Brooklyn." Peter says and seems to wink at me then rushes out the door.

"Am I crazy or did Peter Hernandez just wink at you!?" Hannah says running down the stairs, almost tripping from excitement.

I roll my eyes, "Your just crazy. He didnt wink."

"Okay sure! You just don't want to admit he likes you."

"No he doesn't now shut up!" I yell glaring at Hannah

Hannah's phone buzzes, she looks at it and reads a text.

"Hey I have to go now. Crazy momma wants me home." Hannah says laughing

I start laughing while trying to peel a banana , "Okay I'll text you later."

Hannah runs upstairs, gets dressed and puts some make-up on, and grabs her bag.

"Bye, text me when your home." I say giving Hannah a hug.

"Okay, I will. See you tomorrow at school." Hannah walks out the door.

When she leaves it's around 10. I decide to go take a shower.

*after shower*

When I'm done I go to my room and put something quick and easy on. I look at myself in the mirror, staring at myself....I'm so disgusted with what I see. My sister is still gone with Peter so I decide to watch tv. While I watch tv I text to see if Hannah got home, then read what that unknown number sent me. I keep rereading "you're so beautiful" . Then my phone buzzes with a text from Hannah.

•texts•

Hannah- Yea I got home. What are you doing?

Me- Oh nothing.....

I respond and keep thinking what the number sent me and start to feel the tears stroll down.

Hannah- Brooklyn are you okay?

Me- Yea, I'm fine.

Hannah- No your not. I can tell.

I don't reply to her, I leave my phone on my nightstand and go to the corner of my room and grab my box.

•texts•

Hannah- Answer me! Please don't cut again.

I read the text and set my phone back on the nightstand. I open the box, lock my door, turn off my light, and sit back on my bed. I pull out the five pieces of wrinkley paper that I've wrote to Lilly, Mom, Dad, Hannah, and lastly Peter. I grab the wooden pencil in the box and add more to the notes, thinking I'm actually going to finish it and end all my pain.

My phone screen lights up and buzzes alerting me I got another text. I look at the name and see its Hannah. I don't open it or reply, instead I ignore it.

I open up the box inside the bigger box and pull out a blade, blood-stained small towel, and sit there staring at it. I take a deep breath and pull up my sleeves, looking at all my cuts and scars on my arms. I rub my finger across them without a single wince of pain until I find a spot where the scars are fading or clear. One cut, two cuts, three cuts. I feel my mind go blank and there's no more pain. Just blood. Four cuts, five cuts, six cuts. I grab the small towel and dab away as much blood as I can. I put the blade and towel back in the box and put the small box back in the bigger one. I fold the papers and put them and the pencil back in the box. I lay down, pull my sleeves back down, and smile. I soon fall asleep.