Broken (A suicide story)

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Song 4 this chapter is... Paperthin Hymm by Anberlin

Over the last two weeks I had changed alot, more than I liked, but I didn't care about that anymore. I mean, who gives a shit, right? Well, let me fill you in.

I had dyed my dirty blonde hair jet black and had cut it into a style that made me look gothic. Now I wore eyeliner and had bangs that covered one of my clear green eyes. I dressed in black clothes and started wearing skinny jeans, since I had actually shed ten pounds! That was one of the things I liked about this whole messed up thing I was in.

Of course my step mom and dad threw a fit and complained and the kids at school found something else to tease me about. Emo bitch. But I didn't care no more.

I've begun to try more stuff, such as alcohal, weed, and rock. Derrick introduced me to alot of things and I've actually made friends with other people... who are probaly five to ten years older than me. But still... it was nice to talk to people without screaming involved.

But there's also one tiny problem.

Derrick wasn't going to give me free drugs. As he said:

"I scratch my back, and you scratch my back." And his back was located on his dick, as I've been finding out. I honestly detested sleeping with him various times, but how else was I going to get these expensive drugs? And especially since I've been becomming addictive and I just couldn't stop the hunger for them.

So now, sober and in need of drugs, I'm sitting on a stool at some cheap restraunt down at the dark side of Tulare, eating vanilla ice-cream silently. It was almost nine o'clock, but its not like my dad or my step mom, especially her, would miss me.

I heard someone take a seat in front of me, feeling their intense stare on me. Eventually, I looked up while snapping, "What?" And I regretted it as soon as I said it.

A guy, dressed as a waiter, was sitting across from me, his dark blue eyes staring at me. He was amazingly beautiful, having golden-bronze skin, reddish-brown hair that curled over his ears. He had a friendly smile, the one that kinda made you wanna just smile. He might be around nineteen or twenty, but he was young looking.

"I'm Adam," he said in a throaty voice, reaching out his hand to me.

I ignored his hand, shrugging both of my shoulders. "I'm Miracle."

I expected him to leave, but he stayed frozen on the spot, and said, "You seem sad."

Snorting, I played around with my ice cream. "You have no idea," I whispered, my voice sounding so...dead.

"Why?"

I sighed, shaking my head. Why was he bothering with me? "Just school problems, you know, being bullied and all."

"You're bullied?" he asked, stunned. He was shocked, for some reason. What? Has he seen me?

"Yep," I replied, popping the 'p'.

"Tell me about it," he demanded.

And I just didn't want him to but into my bussiness, "No." I was tempted to throw him my ice-cream so he could just leave, but I didn't want to scare off the first person who to actually speak to me off.

"Sometimes its better to talk about it so you don't burst," Adam says quietly, and a warm hand lands over mine. I was about to pull my hand back, but the safety and warmth he sent towards me thought otherwise. I wanted his hand there.

So then I spilled all my life to him, how my mom died of cancer, how my dad married some evil gold digging whore, how my dad listened to every word she said, her evil son, how I was always bullied about my weight and looks. I skipped a few details, like how I was basically prostituing myself to get drugs. What would he think if I told him? He would make a disgusted face and walk away.

"And so everyone thinks I'm the hideous and ugly girl who gets bullied at school," I finished off with a sad nod.

Throughout the whole time I was speaking, he never looked away from me and didn't comment. He was actually listening to my pathetic life. And he shocked me by saying, "I was once bullied."

"Why? You're..." so inhumanly beautiful like Edward Cullen.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I had braces, a bad case of dandruff, used glasses, and I was really short. I got the whole look of a stupid geek."

I didn't want to believe what he was telling me, because I was considering the idea that maybe he was telling me this to make me feel better. But how else would someone have perfect teeth? "What was your stradegy?"

He leaned in so close our noses were touching. I gazed at his beautiful dark blue eyes, my breath catching in my throat. "Stand up for yourself and show them that you're not weak." He grabbed my hand and stuffed a napkin into my grip. "Don't throw it away."

I was almost out the door when I heard:

"Miracle."

I couldn't help but think that my name sounded different comming out of his mouth. Like it was safe when he said it.

I whirled quickly. "What?"

Adam's lips quirked into a smile. "They're wrong."

Bewildered, I raised a brow, "About what?"

"I don't think you're ugly." Then he turned around and headed over to some table with a wet rag.

Outside, I unfolded the napkin to see why he didn't want me to throw it away. It had a phone-number, and it also said Call me when you need someone to talk to.

And then something amazing happened. I broke into a huge smile.

TaDa! New Character! Wat do u guys think about Adam? Well, u can tell me by Commenting and I WILL reply. Ask TheVoices. Let me just tell u that he will be a BIG part of this story. This character was suggested by TheVoices, so thank u!

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