This is a story about a teenage girl.Not a normal teenage girl but whose really "normal" anyways?
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I woke up from the horrible nightmare. The same one as always. Me losing my best friend because of what I do, dying a slow painful death, then somehow hearing everyone's nasty comments about me. Oh I hated this dream but it always came.No matter what I tried. I looked down at my iPhone clock, 6:15. I guess it's time to get ready for another painfully long day of school.I put on my tight black Asking Alexandria tee,black skinnies,my converse,and my red jacket that my cousin gave me. It was Friday morning and I was at least thankful for the weekend,I'd get to read, and see my boyfriend. It's a long distance relationship,but in my eyes its worth it.Why? Because he's the only one who actually understands me and doesn't hate me.by the time I was ready for school it was 7:15.right on time.I walked out my front door and walked the two blocks to school.I was glad I lived close since I didn't have my drivers license just yet.I was stuck in 8th grade and it was hopelessly terrible.
I had choir first then science second,but I ditched.Choir was horrid considering everyone that hated me most was in that class and science was just idiotic.i came to school for history and math since they were my favorite classes.
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Somehow everyone had gotten my number. I was getting texts saying "just go die in a f**king hole" or "you're such a whore"and all that kind of stuff. I had had it,I ditched for art and the rest of my classes and ran home. I lived alone so I knew I wouldn't get in trouble.i know,14 year old girl,living alone...let me explain,my mom hates me so she left and my dad has to travel a lot.So the house is mine,my parents,before they hated me gave me a couple 1,000 dollars so I was good.anyways,I ran to my room and searched for the gorgeous red velvet box.It was small and fragile but held death.I took the small little blade out of the box and held it to my wrist.I started crying then plunged the blade deep down, causing fast crimson blood to come out.This was the 20th time this week,I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower to clean up.I took my clothes off with one hand then got in,the crimson liquid slid easily down the drain. I was mentally and physically exhausted.I was done trying,at least I'd get to spend the weekend with him. That's all I really wanted.i wished he could stay with me but I knew that couldn't happen. After my shower, i put on my favorite fuzzy pajamas and got a cup of tea. I would relax for a few hours then clean up a bit, considering he was staying till Wednsday.Some sort of break I guess....
I don't care what it is,I'm just glad he'll be staying with me,we always sleep together,not sex but actually sleep.It was nice.The way I describe him is that he's the smoke to my high, the peanut butter to my cup,the smile on my face.He was perfect in my eyes.I loved him more than I loved my skinny jeans. :)
My best friend,Stacey and Ian's best friend,Jaydon were the two people who got us two together, we've been together for 3 years and completely and idiotically in love.
