Little Old Me (not my Story!)

Chapter 9

ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER

Just a little bit longer and it will be done, Emma Thought. She didn't know how, but she survived the Week without Miss Mills. It was hard and knocked her down, but she survived. It's been three weeks since then, so there were just three more weeks of School before the End Of The School Year And Of course, the End Of Emma's Life. Her Parents let her off the hook again so she immediately started cutting again, it helped, she Thought. It wasn't clear to her why she rather had her Arms covered in deep red cuts than some fading scars. But she also couldn't care less. About the Eating-She managed to get off with this one at least, since, she died anyway, She thought, her best Friend, an Internet Friend that she had met a couple of Months ago, helped her to eat kind of regularly again, even if it was just an apple a day. Cutting kind of relaxed her even, it relaxed her to see the cuts instead of the nude Arms. By that time, Emma already had a Plan about her death. She didn't want it to be a big thing, she's had enough of People judging her already, so she decided to do it somewhere a little out. It was pretty close to her School, so she wouldn't take long to get there. Yet it was kind of well hidden. Since her last lesson before The Break was French with Miss Mills, she would stay after and do what she's craved for so long already. Then she would leave without giving the Brunette a chance to say anything or judge. She would take her backpack that would be at School, run out of it and quickly get away, it wouldn't take long until she arrived at a forest. There it wouldn't take long until she was at an old Castle, it was a Tourist Attraction but by that time of the Year it was closed and would just open some weeks later again-well for publicity. Emma had been there often already, alone. It was her place to think, to be alone, to cut, to feel free. She knew by now how to get through the Fence and would just slid underneath it, then go to the Castle and climb it up until she would sit on top of it-It wasn't too High but also not Small. She also had done that often already, it gave her the small feeling of freedom, which meant the world to her. That day it would give her real Freedom though. A Fall she would never Survive since she would fall deep and onto a stony ground. It had to be like this, at least she would've gotten to taste the Brunette's Lips before her Death, it was a small piece of Happiness in Emma's mind. Currently she was in that Bathroom once again. She found herself being there more often now. It got worse; she knew it, she knew it would only get worse and worse until that damn last day. It wouldn't take long anymore. The Temperature in the Room was fine; even thought it was hot outside, the Bathroom was in a cool Temperature, other than the much other Rooms in the House. Once again Emma brought the Razor blade against her skin for another deep cut. She was numb and felt nothing but emptiness anymore, sometimes she forced herself to smile, but it never was real. She stared down at her Blood covered arm. Here and there were deep and red cuts, there were a few older ones and just if you looked closely you could see a few old white scars shining through the New ones. Once again she couldn't sleep, by that Time Emma already made her peace with it Thought, mostly she just listened to music or read a book while that. She actually liked it, The silence, the undisturbed peace, and it wasn't that hot since it slightly cooled down at the evening or in the Night. Just as she listened to music her Mind drifted off to Miss Mills again-as usual. Emma closed her eyes for a moment as she imagined holding the Smaller Brunette in her Arms, Kissing her Head while she would sleep peacefully. But, it would never happen. You're broken and stupid-how can you even think about being with someone that you know will never want anybody such as disgusting as you?! You also can NEVER get her! You will die, you disgusting piece of shit! You shouldn't even dare to think about her in that Way-she won't ever like you the same. The Voice in her head said and with that Emma opened her eyes again. Of course she listened to it.