Little Old Me (not my Story!)

Chapter 7

ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER

It was the second day of Easter break, one more week of Vacation and two days until she would go back to school. Emma didn't really know what to do in that Time-she wasn't very social and had hardly any friends, plus it would be a whole week without Miss Mills. School was knocking her down but Miss Mills always made her smile again, always saved her, even if the stunning Brunette didn't know it herself. Emma didn't feel hungry at all and even if there was food in front of her, she wouldn't want to eat it-but she did, a whole week without eating anything would surely be realized by her Parents and Emma really didn't want them to know...she looked herself in the Mirror and slowly saw all those calories coming back in that week-it made her cry but she knew she could stop eating at all once school started again. She wanted to be beautiful so Miss Mills might as well notice her one day, on the Other Hand she would loose her forever if she visited that new school-the thought alone made her want to kill herself. Of course she noticed that the Distance between them killed her slowly but surely. She felt the need to see her again but had to remind herself that the Brunette might not even be in the country, given it was a full week of vacation and hardly any of her Classmates, as she heard, stayed at home. Emma felt Depression hitting on her harder than ever and without Her Cure, She felt helpless and weak. She's having a hard time to keep it all inside but yet she tried as good as possible. Love is Weakness. The Voice in her Head scolded and she listened to it again, like always. It were just 47 days until Summer Vacation And The end of the School year; just 47 more days for her to see the gorgeous Teacher that seemed her only way out of that Mess. Emma's Nights were mostly the same lately-well, especially now that there was that one week break. It's just been four days without seeing the Brunette and Emma already felt weaker than ever. She was pretty sure that her Life would end after those 47 days; 60 maximal if she would choose to fight, knowing it was useless. She didn't think about any future behind those 47 days like a normal person would; it all was just a black cloud to her, a cloud that meant death. She went through the Days knowing after that School Year she would never see the Brunette again, never hear her Voice again, never get to hear those adorable chuckles anymore, never get to smell her again. Just like that more Tears ran down her Cheeks. She somehow managed not to cut herself for the whole Four days; also she hadn't thrown up. She seemed good in the eyes of other people but deep inside she fell apart. She looked at her wrists which were just covered with small bruises and white lines of previous scars anymore and she felt the need to cry again. The Image was disgusting to her, she was used to Red bruises. Ones with deep cuts, it looked better to her, she hated the look of those nude Arms but she knew she could just go on with that once School started again and her Parents would leave her off the hook. One time in Class she managed to do a sneaky photo of the gorgeous Teacher, which she used as her Background and looked at it in every free minute. Surely it was risky since if everyone would see it; they would suspect something or ask her about it, yet she couldn't change it back to any random background. It felt too right. In the small time of that week Emma already got used to the Suicidal Thoughts chasing her Mind; she wished one of them would be good and actually be a Possibility, but there only would come the Place of her Dreams in her mind, the one that would end it all easily. Oh how much she wished such a place as this would exist.