Is A High School Story

Chapter 13

Authors Note: Don't worry fabled readers, this is the chapter that will finally turn things around for the better. I promise. I hope you've enjoyed the story up until now and stick with it until the very end.

Word Count: 2243

Richard's POV

I stared at the kitchen knife, conflicted on what to do. Sure, I was in constant pain, a lot of pain in fact, but I never thought of self harm. But for some reason, it felt...right. Something about this time was different, and I didn't know what it was. Regardless, I walked slowly into the kitchen towards the knife. The voices in my head were going crazy, telling me how good of an idea it was to cut. I mostly agreed with them on everything, but something was telling me not to. Like that voice of reason everyone has, but mine had disappeared for so long. Like hope was finally coming back to me...

I picked up the knife with my shaking hand, feeling tears behind my eyes. Was I really going to do this..? Thinking on it with better judgement, cutting really doesn't solve anything. I'm just hurting myself more than I already am. But for some reason, it still felt worth it. I placed the knife's tip near my left upper arm. I didn't really want to do this...but the voices in my head were literally screaming at me in all directions for me too. I closed my eyes and braced myself. Just as I was about to make contact I heard a loud knock on the door. Everything froze and there was silence. I opened my eyes and looked at the door. Once again I heard the same loud knocking. I dropped the knife on the floor and slowly made my way to the door. Who even this is..? It's not like my parents would do a surprise visit or something...

The knocking came back one last time before I reached the door. I wasn't sure if I should open the door. It could be the cops or something. But at this point, I really don't have anything to lose. I reluctantly opened the door and was greeted with the last person I thought would visit me.

Matt.

He stood before me, looking as cute and as confident as ever. I was more confused than anything. Why would he out of everyone visit me? He must want something..but it's been so long since we've talked...I doubt that. Either way, he was here for a reason. I looked at him with a fake happy expression. I don't know if Matt knows how much I've been suffering but just in case he doesn't, I'll try to show some sort of happiness. I looked into his eyes, and it was like he saw right through me. My fake mask of happiness crumbled, and my normal face took its place.

"Can I come in?" He asked. I wasn't sure if he could. The place was a mess, with junk and trash scattered all over the living and bedroom. The only places that were semi decent were the bathroom and kitchen. Nevertheless, I slowly nodded and backed away. Matt walked in surveying the place. I went over and sat on the cluttered couch and realized I left the knife on the floor. I was praying Matt wouldn't see it but it was too late. He went over and picked it up. But wait. I didn't actually do anything with the knife, so there's no reason for concern. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought he would put it on the counter and we'd be done with that, but he was just holding it in his hand staring at it like he thinking. What could he possibly be-

"Where you going to cut yourself?" He asked out of the blue. I was caught off guard. I guess I shouldn't be surprised he was able to figure that out. He put the knife on the counter and walked over to the couch and sat next to me. After all this time, he finally decides to come back huh? But why now? Why did he wait so long? Why did he leave me in the first place?

"For starters..I want to say sorry for leaving you for so long. I honestly thought time by yourself would help...but it didn't. You've gotten even worse actually. Much worse...so..I came by to not only apologize, but help you. Because of the fire situation you started getting depressed..and all this did was make your depression grow.."