My Life is a Silent Hurricane

Chapter Eighteen- Happy New Year?

I invited Kimmy, Sophia, and Wesley over for a "new years party." It wasn't going to be much. Pizza, then watching the ball drop on TV.

Kimmy and Sophia already had parties they were going to, but Wesley said he'd come. I hear a knock on the door and go to open it. Wesley.

"Hey beautiful." He looks me up and down. I'm dressed in my tight red jeans, a tight black tee-shirt with a dark grey star on it, and my spiky combat boots. I have on bright red lipstick and black eyeshadow. My pink hair is curled, and still goes almost to my waist. "You're... Stunning!!" He says. I blush even harder.

"Hi... Thanks." I smile at him.

It's 5:45. "Want me to order some pizza?" I ask.

"No, let me order it." He grins and pulls his phone out of his pocket and orders a large pepperoni pizza and cinnamon sticks. He pays, too.

I turn on the news and we eat pizza out of the box on the floor. He has most of it but I have a couple slices. When we're done we watch Miley Cyrus go crazy on the stage doing her New Years performance. I giggle. To think that I used to look up to her!!

"I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom." I say.

"Okay."

I walk up to my room, then into the attached bathroom. I brush my teeth, (don't want pizza breath) and fix my hair, touch of my slightly smudged lipstick (from eating pizza) and walk back downstairs. After watching more singers and listening to news people rant on about it, the ball is about to drop. We're on the couch now, scooted close to each other. Wesley has his arm around me. Then the countdown starts. We chant along, giggling.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!" We both say, and as the ball drops Wesley kisses me. I kiss him back, loving the feel of his soft lips. When we finally pull apart, he looks into my eyes and says "Storm Grey, I'm in love with you." I blush and look back into his eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you too."

After that, I popped popcorn and we watch Epic.

I must've fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, my eyes blink open and my head is on Wesley's shoulder. He's stroking my hair gently. I smile.

"Hey baby it's a whole new year."

"Yeah..." I say, waiting for him to say something more.

"No more cutting. Eat all your meals. No more trying to kill yourself. Okay?"

"I'll try."

"Good. That's all I need." I smile. He's soo sweet. He walks out the front door and says goodbye at 5:00 in the morning.

I walk up the stairs and into my room, where i collapse and grab my razor. Then I cut. I can't help it.

The next morning, I wake up at 9:45, still tired from the late night. I skip breakfast. Then i shower and dress in a long white skirt, a tight black top, and my low cut black and white converse. I straighten my hair, (it's not fading at all!!) and wear a black knit beanie hat. I wear light pink lipstick and simple sparkly eyeliner and thick mascara. I wear silver bangles to cover the fresh cuts.

I turn to the window, and I'm shocked to see some lunatic out there, waving their arms and stamping in the fresh snow. Upon closer inspection, I realize the lunatic is... My boyfriend! Wesley's out there, acting like an idiot! I laugh and race outside and into his arms, not caring about the piercing cold. 10 minutes later, we're sitting on the porch steps, each with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.

"You cut last night." He informs me. It's not a question.

I look down. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"I needed to." He seems to understand. He sets down his mug and hugs me. I start to cry, then sob. I know I probably look hideous with mascara smeared all over my face, but I don't care. He hugs me tighter and whispers "It's alright, I love you. Remember to call me when you feel like cutting." He strokes my hair for a minute, then pulls back.

"Okay?" He asks.

"Okay." I say.

"The Fault In Our Stars moment!" We both say at the same time. We both laugh.

"You, know, you're beautiful even with mascara smeared all over your face." I giggle.

"I'll go wash up." I say.

"Okay." We walk inside. "I'll wait here." He says, standing at the bottom of the staircase. When I get up to my room and close the door, I look in the mirror. Crap. It's worse then I thought!! It looks like my face has been attacked by a monster. I wash all my makeup off and change into purple sweatpants with a cuff and a soft, loose white top. I put my hair up in a ponytail, then look in the mirror. Yikes!! Not good. I feel soo much better but my face looks plain and dull without makeup. I start to cry and reach for my razor, but then decide to give his advice a shot and go to talk to him first.

He's right where he'd said he'd be.

"Wow, you look... Gorgeous!! You're so beautiful even without makeup and skin tight clothes." I smile. We walk outside, and we kiss in the falling snow.