Secrets | l.h.

Chapter Two

I went into my bathroom, filtering through the hair ties, clips, and brushes before locating my best friend, a small razor blade I retrieved from a razor I dropped and broke once. 

I shut the drawer, going over to the toilet. It was much easier to clean than the sink. Slowly I lowered the blade to my wrist and applied pressure, dragging it across the scar-littered skin. I try  not to dig too deep, it leaves too noticeable of a scar.

The blood trickled down my arm and into the toilet, polluting the water with red. I can't believe them. Michael not remembering my name, and my parents not even trying to help. The just laughed. I'm not wanted here, and I'll never be.

I want to die, but I also want to spend my life with somebody who loves me. I want to have kids and become a optometrist. I want that. But if everyone else wants me gone, then so be it. Maybe I'll through my self off a bridge or building. Or take too many sleeping pills. Or I could jump infront of a car.

Or I could end it right now, right here. I'm invisible to everyone but a few people, and they don' care. They bully me.

"MAKALA." My mother shouted from down stairs. 

"Uh, coming!!" I grabbed toilet paper and smacked it on my arm while flushing the toilet. I threw the paper in ther with the bloody water. I grabbed some bandages and a jacket.

"Makala..." my mother entered my room just in time, as I got my jacket on.

"Y-yes?"

"Um, me and your father are going out. You're here with Michael." 

"O-okay. Bye mother."

"Hmm." She left with a "subtle" eye roll. I let out a deep breath I wasn't aware I was keeping in and went to finsih up with my blade and arm.

(A few minutes later)

"Hey Makala, the lad's parent's went out too, it's some stupid adult party thing, so they're coming over."

"Oh, okay. I'll just be here, but can you keep it down? I'm doing homework." I scribbled another answer down on my math sheet.

"Yeah, whatever." Moments later I heard three people barge in, immediately filling lovely silence with annoying laughs and chatter. Soon heavy metal was blaring from downstairs and turned  shots were heard.

Michael.

I charged downstairs in protest to discover three handsome boys and Michael were huddled around the TV playing some stupid video game with music booming from a small speaker.

"Michael! You said you were going to keep it down!" A guy with curly hair and an amazing smile turned to me.

"Bro, you didn't tell me you had a sister. And a hot one at that!" Michael turned to me and scoffed.

"Oh, you."

"Yeah, me. You said you would."

"No, I said yeah, whatever, not that I would."

"Fine, I'll just go somewhere else then." I marched back up the stairs and lots of talking erupted again. I through on some jeans and a jacket, slipping on running shoes. As I stuffed my books and such in my backpack, I heard the music and video game stop. A knock on my door startled me.

"Come in." I chimed. The door opened and all of the boys, including Michael, stood there.

"Listen, um..." The boys from earlier spoke.

"Makala. But call me Kala I guess." 

Well, Kala, we're sorry. We didn't know you were doing homework, or that you even existed-" He was smaked in the head by a tan guy.

"Bro! Don't say that!"

"Well we didn't!" I felt my phone buzz in my hand and I saw a text from Sam. It read:

Meet me at the park in ten. Uh-oh.

"Hurry up, please, I gotta finsih my homework." I said, annoyed. 

"As I was saying, please don't go. We want to get to know you and such and we'll keep it down."

"No, I need to go out with Umm, somebody, anyway." This caught Michael's attention.

"Who? I do you have a boyfriend? I never thought anyone would like you." 

"Dude!" One with a blonde quiff said.

"What? It's true."

"No, I don't think anyone will either, it's good. I need to go." I swung my bag over my shoulder.

"Can one of us atleast drive you?"

"No. I have a bike." And with that I strut out of the room, leaving the house. I lifted my leg over my bike seat, sitting comfortably on it. I switched my girl-seat with Michael's old bike seat, His was much more comfortable.