broken

doctor martens

“you get so lost In the moment of self harm, you have to find a way for yourself to stop or you end up tearing yourself to pieces”

once i was home, i took the stairs two steps at a time to reach my room. once in the room, i shut the door behind me and flipped the light switch. i scurried to my desk and opened the drawer, scooting everything out of the way to find the dead iPhone.

i attached it to it's charger and heaved a sigh as I waited for it to charge a little bit so i can turn it on. but then i remembered that my bag was still downstairs waiting where i dropped it - the front door - for me to fetch it. 

when i came back from downstairs with the bag in my hand, i noticed my phone glowing. excitement ran through me. i ran to my phone, eager to see who texted me and secretly hoping it was Isaac. my shoulder slumped when i realized it wasn't even from a person.

apparently, GAP had 50% off some certain stuff and was so eager for me to go and buy them. No offence, GAP is such a great store—one of my favourites even!—but i was the least interested in that at the moment.

i sighed and threw the phone back on the bed side table as it completed feeding on electricity. and, not even bothering to take off my doctor martens black boots or changing my clothes, i threw myself on the bed making it bounce ever-so-lightly. 

i didn't care whether or not am i going to dirty the sheets or anything with my muddy shoes, all as long as i'm sleeping in my room, in my bed and surrounded by my world. i dug my hand under the pillow to my right, searching for my white iPod when finally my fingers got in contact with it and pulled it out, along with my earphones. i was glad when the screen came to life after i pressed on the turn on button for seconds.

i scrolled through my huge collection of virtual copies with my right hand as my left took the task of putting each earpiece in the right ear.

just as i was ready to start a song by some indie rock band, the black iPhone made a sound that meant that i had a text. i growned as i rolled on the bed to reach the other side for the phone. when the gadget was unlocked, i soon regret it ever doing it. whoever send me the text did not wish me to be happy.

'hope school goes smooth tomorrow x'

as i read the text, i annalyzed every single word. things i condluded:

1. school doesn't ever go smooth. especially with me.

2. i hate whoever sent me the text because he reminded me of such dreadful day that is tomorrow.

3. this may be the most important one. the person is a creep.

he's a creep because one, he got my number. and two, he wrote and 'x' at the end of the text. creepy, i know.

i almost banged my head at the wall for over analyzing everything when the next text came and vibrated to startle me and bring me out of my daze. it was a from the same person.

'oh, and it's Isaac by the way :D'

i could imagine him smiling as he typed the words. all the conclusions about a creep vanished into thin air when i recieved the text.

i quickly added his number to my contact list as 'Isaac x' (don't even ask—or even think—about why i added the ex because i won't give you a solid answer) and texted him back just as his number was saved.

'well, Isaac, i hope that school goes smooth, too' i sighed and pressed send. i yawned as i wrote the next text.

'i feel real sleepy now. gotta head to bed. been a pretty long morning. i'll talk to you later :)'

he replied almost immediately with a set of texts, one after the other.

'oh okay, good night then :D'

'wait no, good morning?'

'man, this is so confusing.'

'sleep well, i guess'

i laughed at the texts he sent, something i usually don't do but thanks to a young man my habits chaged the slightest bit.

i replied with a text reading 'thanks, i guess :D' and put the phone on silent so texts like the GAP one wouldn't ruin my slumber before putting the phone back on the table, completing charging. i took out the earphones that came to use and tossed next to the phone and burried the iPod once again under my pillow.

i reached for a decorating pillow that was white with black dots and squeezed it so hard that it would be dead if it were human, all for the sake of comfort and finding sleep and exactly that, i soon did and darkness overtook me.

sorry it's short and pointless and sorry that it was a bit late but i only blame writer's block, yup.

so yeah this story takes place in the UK :D not pretty sure where *yet* but I'll figure that soon :D Please vote and comment and show me the luvvvvvvv :D love ya all :*

oh and what do you think about the new cover? do you think it looks like The Glove Guy's real a lot and have to try and doing another one? please tell me!