Don't Go

Lily

I decided not to drink today. I wasn't in the mood. My mum had yet another go at me today, saying how she wished she never had me, how I was messed up and I was just seeking attention. The pub was loud today, it may just be because I was sober. My coke tasted a bit weird.

I was sat with my twin sister Millie and her boyfriend Joel. I wasn't taking part in their conversation and I didn't risk looking at my phone, knowing there would be messages from idiots saying I should kill myself.

So I was practically sat alone, doing nothing.

I was about to say I was going to the bathroom, when I looked up and this woman was staring at me. So I stared back. She did this pathetic little smile which annoyed me so I dropped my gaze back to the table. However I couldn't help but look at her occasionally.

Then I felt her eyes on me. She was kind of pretty, a black blazer that hugged her curves. A knee length skirt that revealed tanned legs when she shifted her position. Then I looked at her face. She had shoulder length brown hair that outlined her face. Her eyes were a nice hazel colour and bright red lips. Wow I was looking at her lips and I had only just met her!

I smirked at her, and something in her expression changed. She seemed to glow a bit, and her back straightened.

I told my sister I was going to the toilet, being ignored as she was caught in conversation with Joel.

I got up and sauntered toward the bar, just when I heard her paying for the bill. I told the barman to get her another drink, and the mysterious woman slowly turned her head until she was looking at me.

She got up to go, but I grabbed her arm.

"Don't go".

The words hung in the air as she slowly sat back down.

How old was she? 25? 26? I don't know but she was stunning.

Nothing was said as she eyed me up, yet again. All my worries were put to the back of my mind, and I focused all my attention on her.

Before long, she got up to leave. "Thank you" was all she said, and she was out the door. Leaving me alone, yet again.

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At my flat, I got out my drawing pad I got for my 19th birthday and frantically started drawing while her image was still strong in my mind.

Once I had finished, I pinned it onto my wall and stared at it. Tears started to fall as, once again I felt useless.

As predicted, messages were left on my phone, telling me that the world was better off without me. Maybe it was true. No one wanted me, I always messed up.

I stripped into a vest and shorts, grabbed some tissues and sat on my bed. I placed the tissue under my leg and grabbed the bag from under my pillow.

This razor and I have been through alot, but it was the only way. I knew I needed help, but I knew that no one would help a girl like me. I was too far gone.

Tears mixed with blood as they trickled off my leg and onto the tissue.

I was too far gone.

~~~A/N~~~
Decided I would try to post twice a day.
Sorry if this story is a bit dark, it won't all be like this, I promise.
B xx