A Way Out

Chapter 1: I Am No One

Anne let go of the breath she had been holding and watched as the blood seeped from her wrist. Her tears ran down her face as memories of her mother gave way to a flood of unrecognizable pain. She wanted nothing more than to go into her freshman year with her mom telling her everything will be ok but that wasn't going to happen every school year anymore, her mom wouldn't hug her and say she loved her any longer. Why? Well because she was dead. Anne began to calm herself before standing and washing away the blood with a wet towel, letting small droplets slip into the sink and get washed away by the endless flow of water from the faucet. She made sure to clean it up and then slip her sleeve over it and adjust her black velvet dress. She wiped away her tears and opened the bathroom door to walk into the never-ending sea of people here to 'grieve' over her mothers death.

A Year Later...

It's been a year, two months, and 25 days since my mother went six feet under. I no longer feel that pain, I am numb. August 30th, the day of my mothers funeral, was the last day I cried. My eighth grade year was the last time I can remember having any friends. The day my mother died is the last time I can remember smiling.

My mothers laugh echoed through the air as she tickled my sides and I wriggled around in her hospital bed giggling as well. She had been in the same hospital bed for weeks and I had known she was very sick but they had told me and father she was recovering nicely from kemo. Lung cancer had plagued my mother for 4 years and she was still absolutely beautiful to me even with a bandanna covering her bald head. She used to have auburn hair something I had inherited as well as her tall hourglass physique, she had golden skin and bright blue eyes and I had my fathers pale skin and golden brown eyes. I wriggled more vigorously until she finally stopped. I took in a few breaths and then looked at mother from the bottom of her bed.

"Mom are you still dying?" I had asked curious about what the doctor had meant by 'recovering nicely.' My mother seemed to stop and think before looking down at me and smiling tiredly.

"Oh, my little Annie, i will never die forever, I will always be with you watching over you and you will always have my memory right here" she told me pointing toward my heart. I smiled back at her and scooted up to sit beside her. She slid her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close before letting herself fall back and relax. "How about you sing me that song you made up for me" she offered as she closed her eyes. I cleared my throat.

"It's been a long time coming

but we've made it this far,

Life brought us here for a reason

and left us so unsure..."

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The dismissal bell rang, slicing through the memoriesand I blinked before grabbing my things and rushing out of the room behind the flock of teenagers. I made my way down the hall and into the girls bathroom where i locked myself in a stall and dropped my things before launching my hand into my jean pocket and grasping the razor blade in my hand before wrenching the sleeve of my dark blue shirt up my arm. I put the tip of the blade on the left side of my wrist and pushed down until I saw a bead of blood trickle down my arm, I dragged the blade across my wrist slowly, letting the pain seep up my arm. This was the only time i didn't feel numb, when i was in pain and even then i didn't shed a tear.

I finished the cut off and let out the breath I had been holding. i looked at it and watched it bleed before realizing I had cut deeper then usual. I sighed and stood gathering my belongings before stepping out of the stall. I went to the paper towel and wrapped some around my wrist before slipping my sleeve back down my arm. I made sure to keep the paper towel wrapped tightly but I could still feel the blood seeping out as i walked in my next class just before the bell rang. I took my seat and set in for the rest of the class period.

I let my eyes wander around the classroom. The students were all immersed in their phones or doodling on their notebooks or vigorously taking notes. Alpena High School was different from many other schools; it still had it's cliques but every clique somehow joined into the next by one or two people being friends with a different clique. Everyone knew everyone and I was the acception to that statement. I was invisible to the world and that's how I prefered it. I was a no one.

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This one is written only by me (Heather). I started it about a year ago and decided to put it up to see how well it might do I hope you like it. Comment plzzzz!!!!!