Trigger Warning: Graphic descriptions of drug use and a suicide attempt ahead. Reader's discretion is strongly advised. Stay safe, guys!
A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
Cassie pushed through the doors of her house as tears streamed down her face. She felt somewhat relieved that she was in the safety of her home, away from the outside world, full of hate, full of dirty looks, full of pain. No one was home, just her alone, in the empty hollow of a living room. The only sounds that were heard were Cassie's sobs of anguish, sadness, and fright.
She had her trig midterm results crumpled in her sweaty palm as she unsteadily walked over to the couch and plopped down in dismay and defeat. She took one look at her grade and saw the awful grade in plain red ink. 45. Cassie knew that it would harm her overall grade considerably, and it was already on life support. She started to sob quietly but hysterically. And just two weeks ago, she was told off by her mother for a note mailed home because of that specific grade. Cassie continued crying as the endless void of darkness came over her, almost swallowing her whole.
She then heard her phone vibrate almost multiple times. Cassie shut her eyes, just knowing that they were texts from Simone and Ashley. The vibration didn't stop until Cassie sucked her teeth and took a look at her phone. And indeed it was. The texts came back to back, minute by minute. It was the same texts over and over again.
Loser.
Skinny bitch.
White trash.
We're gonna get u bitch.
How the fuck he want ur ugly ass?
Just kill urself.
No one would miss u.
Cassie sank back into the sofa, as she shut her eyes, feeling the vibration of her phone. They were right. She wasn't as smart as everyone, she can't even manage to bring home at least an 80. She was a loser. She was always needy, always asking for help, but can't even help herself. Even her own mother thinks that she's a problem. She doesn't even have any friends, and even having someone to love is a problem. No one would miss her. Cassie got up with her phone and test score and went up to the bathroom.
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
Cassie filled her pink thermos with water as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, stinging her face, as voices echoed in her mind; her mother yelling at her, Simone and Ashley's cackling and name calling, her attackers' degrading words. All of that ended with Cheyenne's voice echoing loud and clear,
This has to stop. This must end.
Cassie reached in the medicine cabinet and took out Cheyenne's jar of Valium, in which it was filled just yesterday. She opened it up with no issues and emptied almost a quarter of the bottle. She looked at the pile of pills in her hand as tears streamed down her face once again, as her phone vibrated once again.
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
Cassie squeezed her eyes shut as she took the pills in her mouth while taking a swig of her water from her little pink thermos and swallowed. Cassie sighed as she closed her eyes and sat down on the floor, as her life flashed before her eyes, all of the good times Cassie had; all ending up to the cackling, dirty looks, the yelling and the pain in the back of her head. It didn't take long before Cassie felt lightheaded. She almost smiled a little before closing her eyes.
With no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
Radiohead-No Surprises
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Teen FictionCover by @justablip Spinoff to "Love Has No Labels" Cassie Phillips is a troubled junior at Forest Hills High School, who's been bullied, pushed, kicked on, and shoved since freshman year. She's clearly hurting, and her torment has affected her life...
