Ice Picked Hearts

Chapter-17

This chapter is dedicated to everyone going through depression. I want you to know that the pain is only for a while. The time will pass and you'll be happy again.

"All my life I've been called unworthy"
"Laid back in my shame"
"Tied down in shackles of my regrets"

"So yes, I wiped a tear off"
"Got on my feet"
"And fought the struggles"

"And when my failures came calling"
"I fell to the ground, back to where I was"
"Laid back in my shame"
"Tied down in shackles of my regrets"

"How long is this going to last?"

Every time I feel I've gotten over the pain in my chest, I wake up to that same voice that tells me I can't go on. I always loose. I'm never wanted. I'm faded.

I held on the blade and cut myself, not too deep. I bit on my lips, feeling pain swim through the blood gushing out of my wrist. I rested my head on the wall of bathroom. The pains from the struggles of my life was diverted to the pain on my flesh. My eyes became blurry and tears rolled down my cheek. My life is a mess.

The pain was starting to disappear and I don't want it too. I pressed my thumb on the cut and a scream escaped from my mouth.

I took the marker in my hand and wrote on the wall.

"I woke up in the wrong side of my bed, I wished that I could stay asleep, I wish that I was dead".

I sat on the bathroom floor, thought about my life before sleep took me away.

My eyes opened gently, I came to realization that I had I slept off in the bathroom. I stood on my weak legs and walked into my room.

8:15!!!!!!!!

I jumped into the shower, having no time to wash my hair. I brushed my my teeth and jumped into my black pants and big brown hoodie.

I got to school late. Beads of sweat rolled down my face.

The morning class had already started. There was no one in the hall. I rushed to my locker and collected the books I needed for the day.

I stood in front of my classroom, deliberating on whether to go inside or stay outside. I ended up choosing to go in.

I walked in with my head bowed down.

"Morning sir". I greeted Mr Howard my literature teacher.

"You're late Juliet, I was just about to mark you absent, but I'll do you the honor of granting you a detention". His round fat puffy pale face stared at me in disgust.

"You can't do that sir".

"Oh really, you think so? Watch me. Meet me in my office by 4:00pm". I stared daggers at him.

"Get the assignments from your mates. This class is dismissed!"

I don't know why, but for no reason I feel less freaked about the detention.
"Look who's here guys!"

"Leave me the fuck alone". I told them

She let out a horrible laugh. "Look at this bitch". I tried walking away. I felt hands push me. From the force of the push, I bumped into someone who caught me just before I fell to the ground.