My Life is a Silent Hurricane

Chapter 28- Summer Love.

The next morning i wake up feeling light-headed and my wrist hurts like hell. I inform Maggie of this and she's quick to have me swallow several mysterious pills. When I'm feeling better, I dress in faded, ripped capris and a tight white tank top. I wear simple lipgloss and some light pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner.

I check my phone for the first time in three weeks. I have 27 text messages, 6 missed phone calls, 1 missed FaceTime, and 15 kik messages. My eyes fill with tears as I read all the text messages and see it's from people back in Wisconsin who heard and care.

Then i spot one from a phone number i don't recognize- everybody I know is in my Contacts list anyway. I tap on it.

"You little brat. It's a shame you didn't die. In fact, we'd all be better off with you dead. You're just a worthless little suicidal idiot. Go try again. Go die, you junky suicidal idiot." It reads. Oh my gosh. Whoever this person is, they're right! Oh my gosh, how could I not see? These people are just being sympathetic. I'd be better off dead.

But some part of me whispers "don't do it, Storm".

So I reply with:

"Umm... No thanks!! I'm perfectly happy that I survived, now that you've had me think about it. So thankyouverymuch for that. And btw many other people care about me. I'm not alone. So you're stupid comments are worthless. Don't waste your phone battery on me. ;) >:("

But after that, I walk into my bathroom and grab a razor. I hold it to my wrist for a long time, not cutting, but wanting to all the same. Just as I'm about to do it, I grab my phone and dial Wesley. He picks up on the first ring.

"Storm?"

"Yep. I want to cut again... So much! Please help me." I start crying.

"I'm coming over." He informs me, and hangs up. He's staying with some good friend of John's who lives pretty close by. Then it takes the upper hand. Crying even harder, I cut myself. A minute later, the bathroom door bangs open and Wesley's standing there. He grabs the razor and stuffs it in his pocket. Then he carefully cleans my cuts and puts a Band-Aid on the worst one. He stands me up, and I look in his eyes. I put my head on his shoulder.

"I wish you could stay forever." I whisper, and a tear runs down my cheek.

"Me too, Storm. I will love you 'till the end of time."

We hug for a long time, and finally he pulls away. "My parents said I can stay the summer, but I leave August 10th."

"That's a month to spend with you, Wes." I say.

"Goodbye, Storm Grey." He says, and I watch him walk out the room, down the steps, and out the front door, knowing I'll see him again tomorrow.

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The summer passes in a blur. It's already August 9th. The day before Wesley leaves. We've been spending so much time together, going places together. Like the old times in Wisconsin. I miss those days. I'm strong again, and I don't have to take medications and the arm bandage has been removed. I weigh 97 pounds, so I'm okay in that area, although still a little underweight.

I hear a knock on the door, and Maggie walks in.

"How are you, Storm?" She asks.

"It feels so good to have Wesley back." I say, and it really is. I look down. "But he leaves tomorrow." I tell her.

"Aw... Well good thing you can talk to him still." She pauses. "You know, the day you cut you were talking to Wesley... Storm, that saved your life. He called me right away and got on a plane two days later." This i had not known.

"Oh... Wow." I say, suddenly feeling very loved.

"Well, anyway, I came to talk to you about something else."

"Oh? What?" I want to know.

"School."

"Figured that was gonna come up soon." I say, and we both laugh a little.

"Anyway, I've already signed you up for San Diego High." She informs me. Holy crap I'll be in high school! Yikes. I'm always young for my classes- I'll be 14 in a week. Wesley will be 15 in 3 weeks.

"Okay..."

"It's a big highschool but you should love it- the hallways are open to the air and it's really cool. Definitely different from any Wisconsin school."

"Okay, cool. When's the first day?"

"Ten days exactly. August 19."

"Okay." And with that, she leaves the room.

I'm thinking about how my relationship with Maggie is better than the relationship I had with my mother. I realize she'll never be able to see me go through highschool. I sigh.

Later, after spending the afternoon going down slides and swimming high like little kids at the playground with Wesley, I grab my teddy and fall asleep.