What If I Can't Forget You?
Here's to a Better Year.
*Dani*
"Mom?" I whispered when the phone finally answered.
"Honey, I was in a meeting...What do you need?" she asked, sounding concerned.I quietly unlocked the toilet door and peeked around the corner, checking to see if they were still there, which they were.
"Uh, mom I need you to pick me up. I'm in the school bathroom." I said, almost silently. I heard a sigh at the other side of the phone.
"I can't." Now, it was my turn to sigh. I put down the phone. Obviously, she was too busy to prevent her own daughter from getting verbally abused by her peers again.With a shaky breath and a mental prep talk, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out with my head down, ignoring the shouting and tormenting of the people outside.
After checking out of school, I went to the bike lock, grabbed my skateboard and skated home listening to my favourite band, Pierce the Veil. I had been to one or two of their concerts, but I was looking forwards to later this evening, when I would be going to my first concert in San Diego. I had recently moved into S.D and would be attending the Pierce the Veil concert on my own, not that I minded.
My shaky hands took longer than necessary to unlock my door. I ran upstairs and grabbed my secret box, then proceeding to turn up mu music as loud as possible. I grabbed out a bandage, a lighter and cigarette and finally, a blade. I hated that I always turned to the blade but I just couldn't help it.
One cut,
two cuts,
three cuts,
four cuts, my vision was going blurry now. Every cut got deeper.
five cuts,
six cuts,
seven cuts,I had to make it to 10.
eight cuts,
nine cuts, and then it all went black.
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I woke up about half an hour later, my blade still in hand. Looking at my legs, I saw 9 deep cuts.9 was an uneven number, so I added one more and then cleaned myself up. And then I burst into tears.
I just didn't know how I got so bad. It's like, four years ago when I was 16, if someone said I would be suicidal, I probably would have got my friends to hit them.
I don't have any friends any more.
Maybe I don't want to live any more.
One more day, if it's a bad day, then I can go through with my plan. If it's good, I stay.
I hope I have a bad day.
"Mom?" I whispered when the phone finally answered.
"Honey, I was in a meeting...What do you need?" she asked, sounding concerned.I quietly unlocked the toilet door and peeked around the corner, checking to see if they were still there, which they were.
"Uh, mom I need you to pick me up. I'm in the school bathroom." I said, almost silently. I heard a sigh at the other side of the phone.
"I can't." Now, it was my turn to sigh. I put down the phone. Obviously, she was too busy to prevent her own daughter from getting verbally abused by her peers again.With a shaky breath and a mental prep talk, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out with my head down, ignoring the shouting and tormenting of the people outside.
After checking out of school, I went to the bike lock, grabbed my skateboard and skated home listening to my favourite band, Pierce the Veil. I had been to one or two of their concerts, but I was looking forwards to later this evening, when I would be going to my first concert in San Diego. I had recently moved into S.D and would be attending the Pierce the Veil concert on my own, not that I minded.
My shaky hands took longer than necessary to unlock my door. I ran upstairs and grabbed my secret box, then proceeding to turn up mu music as loud as possible. I grabbed out a bandage, a lighter and cigarette and finally, a blade. I hated that I always turned to the blade but I just couldn't help it.
One cut,
two cuts,
three cuts,
four cuts, my vision was going blurry now. Every cut got deeper.
five cuts,
six cuts,
seven cuts,I had to make it to 10.
eight cuts,
nine cuts, and then it all went black.
--------
I woke up about half an hour later, my blade still in hand. Looking at my legs, I saw 9 deep cuts.9 was an uneven number, so I added one more and then cleaned myself up. And then I burst into tears.
I just didn't know how I got so bad. It's like, four years ago when I was 16, if someone said I would be suicidal, I probably would have got my friends to hit them.
I don't have any friends any more.
Maybe I don't want to live any more.
One more day, if it's a bad day, then I can go through with my plan. If it's good, I stay.
I hope I have a bad day.
Notes
OKAY OKAY HELLO MY CHILDREN.
I know the story isn't seeming the same but it is i assure you and if you havent read the original version of this story, please dont.
oh god its so bad the grammar hurts me emotionally.
Anyways, i know this is a short chapter but im trying to follow the old story chapters a bit, so i had to add alot in anyways. Please tell me what u thinkkkkkk <33333333
Okay so i would like 5 votes and like 5 subscribers before i update but if i dont get that ill update next saturday.
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update I love this
11/19/14