Saved my life... Maybe

Chapter 1

[Intro]

I'm Amber, I'd be surprised if you knew me. I'm a nobody, I have one friend. Her name is Rosmarie. Well, I'm 18 just moved into an apartment. I live in Canada. I have brown hair, blue eyes, am about 5' 7". The only two things you need to know about me is, I'm depressed and my favorite band is Hollywood undead. I was abused by my dad, bullied in school that lead to the starving, bullying got worse, I started  cutting when I was 14. So.....Yeah. That's me. Oh, I also watch a lot of youtube.

[End of intro]

Amber POV

"Rosie, can you come over. I need a youtube buddy."

"Of course. Who will it be today?"

"Uhm....Graser?"

"Okay, sounds good, love. Be over in 10 with some food."

"N-No thanks. I just ate."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine" I said as I hung up. 

I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. 

"You're disgusting..."After that, I blacked out. I was awoken about 2 hours later at the hospital. I looked at my wrists, they were bandaged up, I was hooked up to an abundance of machines. One of which, was pumping food into my system. Rosmarie walked in and let out a sigh of relief.

She ran to my bedside and said, "Sweetheart, you told me you were done with this."

I looked away. I couldn't lie to her face anymore. She is my last and only friend. I told her to come closer, I whispered in her ear, "If you want the truth, I'm never gonna stop, I'm sorry." I looked up at her. She was tearing up. 

"The doctor said you can go. How about we go home and watch some Graser?"

"O-kay."\

On our way back to my house, my favorite song came on. Bullet by Hollywood undead. I hummed along with the lyrics.

My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I'll slit my wrists again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

My legs are danging off the edge, a stomach full of pills didn't work again. I'll put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

Rose changed the song. I gave her a look and directed my eyes out the window, I affix my eyes on a man on the ground being kicked in the stomach. I open the door without asking Rosie to slow down. I run over to him where there are two guys beating him up. I kick one in the crotch and punch the other in the face and help the man up. He looks about 24. 

"T-thank you. I'm-m Zach."

"Amber. Do I know you?"

"I don't know...but...I don't have a car at the moment. Would you maybe give me a ride to my house?" 

"Uhm....sure. Cm'on." I lead him to the car. We had finally arrived at his house, after a long and silent car ride.

"Hey, you wanna come in?" He asks.

"Uh sure. Why not?" We walk into his house and two cats run to the door.

"Hieee Shadoww and Marleyyyyy"

Shadow...Marly......Canada....?

"G-Graser?" I ask.

Hi. New book. Bye.