Gone Girl

Another Day

Please understand that this is a fictional story. This in no way is related to my life. Also understand I explain in depth about mature subjects.

It was June. School over in a matter of seconds, although I was not ready for summer. The year had swept by my side at a speed I couldn't speak of. I knew summer wouldn't last long nor had it ever. Pleasantly surprised I stood with an odd look on my face in the hallways of the school I went to. Eastwood High School was very ghetto. Everyone spoke horrible about it. Nobody ever wanted to end up in a school like this. I honestly wish I could leave but I have 2 more years.
Behind me, Khloe and Erika stood chatting about what they think they got on their final exam. Khloe and Erika were my best friends. Nothing could separate us from each other. We had such a strong bond.
This year I promised myself that I would not be stressed over my test marks. The years before I would usually freak out about what I would get on them. My friends always hated me for it. They said I need to chill out or something. Erika told me that this summer I should start socializing with the popular jocks in my school. I really hated all of them.

My Past
Well great. You barely even know me so maybe I should actually tell you about me. Let's just get started off by letting you know that I don't like being judged. I am very timid, as many people tell me. There was a time a few months ago where I had nobody-the darkest times of my life. Depression and wild thoughts dragging my shoulder down like a backpack stuffed with bricks. I couldn't and didn't want to breathe anymore. I was sick of listening to the sound of my own tears falling to the ground. So many people noticed it too. They didn't really understand the mental pain I had to deal with everyday. Waking up in the morning was a fear. I always wished that I could just fall asleep and never wake up. Why did I have to go through such a pain? Why should anyone go though this? I remember cutting my wrists. The feeling that if I apply more pressure to the sharp blade, I could be gone sooner. I wanted it to happen so badly. I remember stepping out of the tub, arms covered in blood, and grabbing a towel so I could dry off. I bled to the point of dizziness. I reached around so I could walk without falling on the floor. Approaching my bedroom, suffering, I dropped onto the carpet and crawled onto my bed. I laid there with my eyes looking at the ceiling. I was almost there. Almost done. My arms laying across my bed, bleeding so much that it made a puddle on the ground. I passed out.
Here I am now. Somebody I don't even know anymore.