Counting The Stars and Scars

*Max's POV*

I just kept running, I didn't know where to but it seemed that any place was better than here. I had another run in with Molly again, I don't even remember what for, I think it's because I dropped my books in front of her desk or something? So she decided to throw water on me. I was used to it, this happens all the time but I just can't stay there for another 4 periods, not today. I found myself at the park down from my house in the middle of San Diego, so just made my way home.

As I walked through the front door the smell of lemon disinfectant that I used this morning to wipe down the counter was still strong and hit me like a wave would hit a surfer. I dumped my bag and jacket in the hallway after locking the door and ran upstairs slumping down on my bed and bursting into a fit of crying and sadness. I tried to calm myself down by taking deep breathes but I couldn't. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the small, silver blade that I had been hiding the feel of cold metal against my skin made me gasped a little as I dragged it across my skin on my arm, I watched as there was a dotted line of blood then it all merged together, I felt a huge relief being took off my shoulders.

I quickly cleaned and bandaged myself up changing from my earlier clothes into my pyjamas and laying back in my bed in a starfish position on my back scrolling through my Twitter, Instagram, Vine and Tumblr I decided to go for a jog to try and work some of this weight, I knew I was fat but being at school was a constant reminder I mean some people called me anorexic but it was mainly fat. It was 5pm after I got back from my jog so I went to the kitchen and started chopping up an apple, a banana and strawberries, I grabbed a chilled bottle of water from the fridge and a slice of bread from the pantry.

I sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen and ate the majority of my fruit salad but threw the bread to the birds in my backyard, I took my water through to the sitting room with me and turned the television on, flicking through the channels I settled on a film, it was Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, I was in love with Harry Potter, my favourite character was Sirius Black until *spoiler* Bellatrix Lestrange murdered him, I cried for about two days after that, stupid I know.

By the time the movie finished I was tired so decided to head to bed. I locked the doors and ran upstairs after turning off the last light, yes I know it's stupid that I'm afraid of the dark but I don't care, I'm not ashamed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face then turned on my fairy lights that surrounded my headboard on my bed and started scrolling through all my feeds, I set my alarm for 6:30am and fell asleep listening to Papa Roach- Scars.

Notes

Hi guys, I hope you like this.
It's my very first story and I will try to update as much as I can but I have school a lot so just stay patient.