"Day 1,
So I was told I have to keep this notebook thing because supposedly it'll 'help me'. So here it goes I guess, my name is Jermani Rayne Steele. I am age 16, I enjoy music and art. What else should you know? I'm depressed, I mean I do wish I was fucking dead. They are all dead, so why can't I be god dammit. I'll elaborate later who 'they' are."
I finish writing for the morning and get into the shower. It's my first day back at hell, I mean school. I haven't been there in months after I tried to kill myself. God, I wonder what all rumors have went around. I shake off the thoughts and get dressed. I put on a pair of crimson skinny jeans, a red tank top with a skull and flowers, and my combat boots. I style my hair normally, bright purple curls fall past my sides. I do a red and pink eye look with wings that could cut, and I add a dark red lip.I head downstairs to hear my 'mom' tell me breakfast is on the counter. I grab my plate and sit at the dining table.
"Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?"
I nod as I shove my face full of a bacon egg and cheese sandwich. She slides a box across the table, being the curious girl I am I open it. It's a new phone.
"I didn't need a new one.. but thank you. I guess it is an upgrade from my old one"
"I thought I should get you a new one. I already set it up for you. I'll be out in the car waiting for you, dear." She grabs her bag and heads for the car. I finish eating and I grab my phone and book bag and follow her.
The car ride is long and quiet. I have my headphones in listening to the same old music as always. As we arrive at school my heart starts to race. Panic fills my heart but I just shake it off. I get out of the car, my 'mom' says something but I don't hear. I head down the aisle of beautiful weeping willow trees. Goodbye life I've adapted to, greetings hell.*a/n*
So this is the beginning of something new in my life. I don't know what pushed me to write, but here I am. Im open for suggestions so I can improve. Thank you whoever you are for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it! Until next time
YOU ARE READING
A Cry for Help
Teen FictionJermani had a life ahead of her. She may have had a past, but everything seemed to be better. One day her life came crashing down into a deep spiral of darkness.