Just another high school love story (Colby Brock x reader)

Chapter 14

I woke up on the floor. I looked at the time on my phone. It was now 10PM, I've been sleeping for an hour and a half. The house still smelt like skunk. I bet the smell buried itself in our furniture. I sat up and looked around a little.

I got up and sat down on my bed. I realized I had notifications from snapchat, Instagram, and maybe more. I opened snapchat and realized someone added me. I added them back without thinking or looking at the name. They sent me a message immediately.

P~Person Y~You
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P~hey

Y~hi

P~how r u?

Y~good I guess. What about u?

P~good. Can I ask you some questions?

Y~yea sure.

P~why don't people like u?

Y~what?

P~u read that correctly.

Y~I... don't know.

P~why are you so ugly?

10mins later
P~oh come on respond. It's not that hard of a question.

Y~Idk

P~do you think you need to lose weight?

Y~not rlly

P~because you do. You could lose a few pounds.

Y~why are you doing this?

P~because stuff needs to be said. I'm a kind if person that always and only says the truth to people.

Y~why did you just randomly add me?

P~because you were in my recommended and I thought oh... she could use some truth.
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I couldn't take it. I'm being cyber bullied now? I locked my phone and practically threw it across my room. My hands flew up to my face and I started to ball my eyes out.

After I cried for about 45mins I wiped away my last tears. I needed to get this pain off my chest. But how. Ah, I remember. I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I opened up my top drawer and found that box again. I took out the same razor. Now I know how hard to press since what happened last time.

I sat down on my bed and pressed the blade into my skin. It slid across my wrist easily. I watched the blood start to flow out. Only a little peaked out at the surface. I slid it across my wrist again. Same thing, I watched the blood.

Next thing I know I have way more cuts than I wanted to give myself. My wrist barley had any blood on it compared to how many cuts I ended up with. I just remembered I have Kleenex in my room. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped away the blood. I understand why people like the feeling of a blade sliding across their skin, and blood following after. But if anybody saw it'd be the end of the world. If people see and tell the counselor at school, I know my mom most likely won't send me to therapy or a mental hospital.

After I sat there staring at my wrist for a couple minutes I heard someone walking up the stairs. I quickly stood up, pulled my sleeve over my wrist, and put the blade away. As soon as I shut my top drawer my mom opened my door without knocking.

"Oh, you're still awake." I noticed she has been drinking as well. I could smell it in her breath.

"What do you want." I asked.

"Just came in too check up on you because he told me to." She said pointing down the stairs.

"Why did he want you to check up on me?"

"I don't know. Well I'm going back downstairs." She said shutting the door. I reached over and shut the light off. I then walked over to my bed and lates down. I pulled out my phone and played on that a while. When I looked back at the time it was 12. Time flies by fast. I plug my phone in and try to sleep. Thinking about what happened all in that short period of time made me realize how fast life goes by. Maybe I could make it go by faster, if I really wanted to.