"I know that hope weighs on your mind, lost within the seams,
it seems like we lose ourselves in between.
But the harder things become, the harder you push away.
Oh baby, yeah baby, it kills me."
Sleeping with Sirens, You Kill Me (In A Good Way)
1 week. That's how long I have been in this shit hole. That's how long I haven't heard from my parents. That's how long I have been silent for. I never would of thought that within 24 hours my life could become a living hell. I never thought the school therapist would her rumors that I had cuts on my legs, or that my parents had already been called. I have kept my self harm secret for a long time. I've had cuts and burns littering my body for almost three years before anyone found out.
When I was 14 I picked up a razor for the first time. I was sick of feeling numb, I needed something so I hurt myself and I fell in love. Slowly that numbness turned into misery and I needed to cut more and more. I knew it was getting out of hand, I knew I was addicted but I didn't want to stop until I had to.
I knocked on Mrs. Lyngate's door. I had never been to a shrink's office, t it probably would be filled with relaxing pictures of beaches and trees and shit like that. A few seconds after my first knock I heard a voice telling me to come in. I opened the door and was surprised that there were no pictures of sandy beaches and tall trees, instead all I saw was musty carpeted room with burnt orange walls and a small desk with a few comfy chairs around the room. So much for comforting. I look up to see a small woman with long gray hair and green eyes looking at me. I started to feel uneasy. Does she know? I work hard to keep my cuts hidden there is no way someone saw. Maybe this is about my quiet behavior, or the fact I have no friends?
"How are you today, Cali?" Mrs. Lyngate asked with a small smile on her skinny face. She seemed legitimately nice but I was still nervous.
"I'm good. But I'm confused to why I'm here." I said while pushing my long wavy blonde hair behind my ear. I couldn't sit here any longer without knowing what was going on.
"I have heard a couple concerns from fellow students in some of your classes. They have noticed some odd... lacerations...on your legs. Is there something going on at home?" Mrs. Lyngate asked with a soft voice, coming across as a little over caring.
"We recently got a kitten, she sleeps in my bed and sometimes she scratches me. No big deal." I said with small shrug to my shoulders.
"When you parents get here I guess we can find a solution for your kitten problem then."
Soon after that I was brought to the hospital and was examined and was deemed suicidal and from there my parents picked the worthiest hospital to take care of their little girl. I could see the nurses expressions now. 'poor little rich girl, didn't get what she wanted for her birthday' little did they know it was much, much more than that.
Note:
Hey guys so I deleted all my other stories on here, I felt like they weren't good enough so here is my new Harry AU Fan fic!!
