'Suicidal triggers* *Cover made by @premades*
April Fields was scarred dreadfully when her sister and parents died in an airplane crash. Now, eight months later, she's trying so hard and barely coping with life on her own. Living with her auntie and...
If you want to, I'll suggest listening to the music with the story, but you can do whatever suits you.
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Chapter two
It was the drawings I drew that made me feel alive. Those drawing were part of me, and my gallery was getting bigger. I needed more space, more room for more stacks of art. My drawings were always different, they weren't just lines.
I look down at my wrists and trace over the cuts. The letter N was in the centre of my arm, and then around it was laced strikingly with lines. Each one red and painful but looks remarkable to me. I took a deep breath and smiled. It was a wobbly one but I rolled down my sleeves.
I close my eyes, licking my lips. Almost immediately I see her face. I shoot open my eyes, so that I can no longer see her, her blameless, fine-looking face that makes me want to shriek. I feel my chest squeezing and I don't know what to do. I can't help but close my eyes again, this time her face is embedded with blood and water is surrounding her. I open my eyes finally, and rest my head back on my bed and look past the two empty beds and at the white and black walls that stare back at me.
I sit alone this empty night, because Angelina and Ashley are at camping. I wrap the duvet around my body, and let the tears come gushing by. I hear the ticking of the clock, and that's all I hear apart from the livid thunderstorm outside. I place my hand flat on my stomach and weep.
Suddenly, I'm in a hospital bed. The room is all hoary and I can see two bare chairs opposite me. I turn to the left and I see her. I see her, blood dripping from her face, her hair messy and hectic. I bite my lip hard, until I can taste gore.
'I can't move.' She cries in pain, holding her head. 'Help me, April. Please.'
I begin to tremor and I feel my hands lash out and I scream.
'I'm sorry!' I screech. 'I can't! I can't! Please!'
I try to reach out for her. The room begins to squeeze in and I start to pound.
'NO!' I shriek. 'Hold on.'
I feel a hand on my body and I begin to kick. Then two firm hands are pressing my arms, refraining me from moving.
I wake up, with a puff and I feel my face. I see Ashley looking over me and Angelina is holding my arms. I hurdle up.
'I thought you were...'
'Oh God!' Ashley gasped, hugging me. 'I'm so sorry for leaving you. Camping was cancelled. I'm so sorry.'
