"Hey, how come you weren't in school yesterday?" Brian asks me first period, "I was lonely."
"What a coincidence so was I." I slam my books on the table and bury my face in my hands.
After leaving my dad's house I snuck onto a beach that's only open to people during the summer. I chugged the vodka and sipped the beer. Trying to loose my thoughts. Putting poison in to get poison out. I ended up passing out on the beach and woke up at 10 in the morning. There were 24 missed calls from my mom and 32 texts. I texted her saying I'd be home with her car in two hours. I drove for an hour then stopped at my favorite coffee place. I had a horrible hang over and my head was throbbing. I ordered my drink then sat in a booth in the corner of the quiet, vintage café and rest my head on the hard, coffee smelling table. In the time it took for me to drink my coffee only one other person came in. It's quiet here at times like these, 11am on a week day and busy and cheerful early in the morning, especially on weekends. It's perfect. I know to come here when I can't stand noise and when to come when I can't stand silence. I left the waitress a tip and slid back in the car. When I got home my mom was waiting on our porch babbling with questions. "If you weren't on sleeping pills and actually wanted to be there for me you would know what happened." I said dismissing all her words.
I don't tell Brian this though. I don't tell him anything about my problems. I've never been good at expressing myself.
"Wanna go out for pizza again like last week?" Brian asks.
" No, come to my house. I need someone there."
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Save Me From Myself
Teen FictionI haven't posted anything yet, but this is a story about a girl who has to overcome her depression and I decided not to add any romance as her "savior" because in the end you need to help yourself. Everyone needs someone to rely on, but you can't so...
