Dead Soul

Chapter One: Tears and Blood

I sit in the cafeteria table, as the loud students voices surround me. I sigh, groan, and stuff my head into my arms, closing my eyes. My crush sits directly next to me. He is so hilarious, but today I didn't feel like laughing.

As I closed my eyes, he poked me. He seemed to say words, words I couldn't hear. I kept my eyes shut, and I was dozing off.

The bell rang, saying it was time for dismissing. I rattled my head up, half the students gone, and then, at the horrible site, I saw my bestfriend with my crush.

They were hugging, and I was frozen. I was still, as a rock. A tear poured out my eyes, and I grabbed my bookbag, stood up, and ran out, past them.

"Fuck you..", I said. And I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Eliza.. Please.. What's wrong?", it was my bestfriend.

I turned around, my eyes red. "Fuck you and your little boy toy! You know I madly like him and you toss me to the shitty trash! Go to hell Angel!", I say. I was pissed, screwed mostly. I walked away, and out the door.

I was off the cliff, falling. I wanted to cry loud, and let myself go, but I just walked and walked, to my house.

My mom wasn't home because she need was. She was either to one of those men strip clubs, or at a party. She was bound to get a shitty ass boyfriend to cuddle with. She's a whore. She loves to bang someone, all the way to the corner.

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I ran to my room, slammed the door, and I finally let it go. I screamed, and I jumped onto my bed, crying into my pillow. "Fuck you!", I said, crying, screaming.

I went into my wooden self, and grabbed a blade. "How how I missed you, son of a bitch", I said to it, and I sat down.

I put it to my skin, this was actually the 10th time I did this crap. I scrapped it across my wrists, and screamed. "I...fucking...need...to...DIE!", I said, red liquid pouring out my arm.

I knew this wasn't how to relax, but I felt calm. As I cleaned myself, I started crying again. "Why can't you see? I fucking like you, Jose..", I said. I sniffed, and put down the towel.

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Later, my phone was turning on. On the screen was 25 missed calls, 10 emails, and 30 texts.

"Please call me!", said the first.

Everytime she played one, it got worse, bad attituded, and horrible.

"Fine you bitch! Suck a dick! Jose is mine! He's mine! I fucking lev him, whore", said the last one.

I sighed, and turned off the phone, I curled into a ball of shame, and dozed off to sleep.

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Please do not attempt to cut, or suicide. Thank you. Please, not copy of this story. Thanks and please wait for more! -El