the edge

my non shock

                    I wasn't that shocked. He was just trying to torture me. When he noticed I didn't care about the blood he started throwing and braking things. I screamed "I dont care, You've already taken everything. Then he showed up.I yelled at him "you cant scare me anymore". He said "I know that's why I'm going to torture everyone you know". 

                    I started to cry. I hate myself. I knew what I had to do. First I had to shape up and live my last few days of fun. I fixed my make up. Then I went clothes shopping. I bought the most expensive Gucci clothes. Then I made a new boyfriend. Me and my friends, that helped, made a plan. I would take all the blame because I killed him. That night we ate so much candy and popcorn. We watched movies all night. 

             Then I said sorry to all the kids I had ever bullied. I begged for forgiveness I made so many friends that day. I knew people would miss me. I wanted real love. Not just fake love from friends that were only friends with me for popularity. I decided I would hold on longer. He can torture me. He can take people away from me but I will always be grateful for what I have. 

               I couldn't have been more happier. I learned I didn't need all the attention. What I needed was friends. I learned that being amazing is not everything. I was able to make it to graduation. Then I got another text from UNKNOWN. I didn't even want to answer or look at it. It caught me by surprise that he said "good so far, but you know what else you should do". I was so happy but also scared. I then made a decision to stay and never tell anyone. That's when I heard my mom say"I know what you did last summer". 

                           I was definitely not going to go out there. I knew something bad would happen. I ran to my closet and started packing my whole wardrobe. I was moving out. I grabbed everything in my room. Next I ran to my blanket's. I tied them altogether. I tied one end to my bedpost and started lowering myself down.  Then I heard footsteps. 

                 I had to run. Even if it wasn't my mom, who knows who was following me. When I turned around the alleyway that's when I felt someone grab me and throw me to the ground. It was this crusty, old, homeless woman. She sat on my chest. Then it began to be hard to breath. Then I finally figured out she had her hand's around my throat. She was banging my head on the sidewalk yelling "I know what you did last summer". Then I woke up and screamed. It hurt super bad. This time nobody was in my hospital room I was all alone. I need someone I thought to myself. I need someone to save me.