A week passes before anything dramatic or unusual happens. It's Saturday morning when I hear clicks at my window again. I shuffle around in bed, aware that it's Anthony, but not sure that I want to get up. A few minutes later I do, only because I can't fall back asleep with the clicking. I stand infront of the window, and wave before opening it. The breeze outside is pleasent and cool. It's almost spring. I back away from the window as Anthony climbs up the tree.
"You ready to go shopping?" he asks.
"Shopping for what?" I ask.
"Your prom dress."
He has a smug smile wrapped around his face, stretching from ear to ear. I look up and stare him directly in the face. I am not smiling. I try to look disappointed and sad and slightly upset in the hopes that he will cancel our prom plans. But the look on his face doesn't change.
"Anthony. I desperatly don't want to go to prom and you know that. Why do you want to go so badly anyway?"
"I want to go because I haven't been before and it seems fun and I want to have fun with you..." His voice trails off and he takes my hands and swings my arms around gently.
"Plus I want to see you in a pretty dress and I want to slow dance with you and have a fun night... It will be great. And the theme is like 'midnight under the stars' or something cheesy like that and it's a mascarade... We get to wear creepy masks with feather and shit... It will be so great."
I stare at the ground. I don't want to go to the dance. I don't want to see Ruby and her boyfriend any more than I am forced to. I don't want to try on 50 dresses in front of Anthony, because no matter what I wear, I will look horrible. I just... I don't want to have the particular life that I have. My parents hate each other and there is no one else in my family who likes me. My best friend is a snake. Every part of me is fat. I am fat. I am useless and stupid and bitchy and I deserve every insult that's thrown at me and I just really don't want my peticular life at that peticular moment and now I really want to cut myself. I want the relief that my blade brings. I need to feel it's cool edge and it's sting that causes my skin to burn. I need to see the drops of blood crawl from the split in the skin. I need it.
My mind has zoned out and there are tears in my eyes and I think about killing myself. Not at this moment now, not while Anthony is here. I would have to wait until he leaves. I would have to write a note. But to who? Who would even care if I was gone? Nagini would need someone to care for her, but my parents wouldn't do it. I would have to ask Anthony to. My mom wouldn't care if I was gone. My dad might, but only barely. But that's it. Those are the only people in my life.
The tears are running down my face. I don't even register them there, because I so often have to cry myself to sleep. But I guess Anthony does. He says my name and says it again, but I don't look up because he sees me cry so often. I am so weak. I am so weak that I'm getting light headed and Anthony is gripping my hands and squeezing them. They hurt. My whole being hurts. I guess that's it. My life sucks, I don't want it, and I am in pain. All the time. The little me in my brain laughs. I have come to this conclusion based an my desire to not go to prom. Who would have thought?
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Sinking Through the Cracks
RomanceAlly has never had friends. Ally has never had parents who really cared for her. Ally has never had a peaceful day at school. She is anorexic, though she has never had it treated. She has horrible times of depression though she always just puts...
