When They See

The Beginning

All of the pain they had caused me. The bullies. My parents. Even my friends. They had called me names. Made fun of my interests. At first I brushed them off. What is a few people that hurt my feelings? But the insults kept adding up and up until the day I broke. I cut my arms. I cut my legs. I cut my whole body until all of the name calling washed down the drain with the scarlet blood. That was the day I took my life.

Hey. My name is Jessica. But I go by Jess. I'm dead. I know nobody cares that I'm dead. But I have decided to stick around for a while and see what they think. As soon as I died it was black for a while, like I was sleeping, but I knew I wasn't sleeping. It's hard to describe. When I "woke up" I looked around and saw my lifeless body slouched in the porcelain white tub. I walked over to it- her- me... what do you call your dead body? Whatever. I walked over to it and checked it out. There were long, jagged cuts all along my body. Usually caused by a serrated knife. Which just so happens to be next to my dead body. I sit down and wait. I wait for someone to find me. Wait for the first reaction to my death.

It seems like hours later, but my little brother Josh, comes running up to the bathroom. "Jess!!! Hurry up!! I gotta pee!!!" He bangs on the door. "C'mon!!! I will pee in your bed if I have to!" He gives up and goes to get my mom. She knocks a few more times. Each one harder than the other. I just look at the floor. Looking at the chipping linoleum tile. Then the cracked countertops. She finally busts the door open and looks around. She looks young. But sometimes a rebel grey hair peeks through her tight bun. She's the strictest woman you'll ever meet. Like a librarian and prison guard mixed into one. She's wearing a perfectly pressed purple skirt. With a white blouse and loafers. She got home a few hours ago, but started to make dinner immediately. Dad had left when I was Josh's age. Which is about 10. I am- was- 15 going on 16. My mother walks into the bathroom for a closer look and finally sees me in the tub. All mangled and bloody. She screams a bloodcurdling scream. And I swear my dead body twitched at the sound. Karen- my mom- falls to her knees in anguish and grief. Josh was about to walk forward, but she held him back and told him to call the police. Her mascara is running all over her face while she sobs.

Not really the reaction I thought she was going to give....

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This is the first chapter. I really hope you like it.

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~Emilia Isabella Martinez