Indescribable
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Chapter 1.
"Don't you understand?"
"I do! But I just don't understand why you do it to
yourself," my friend explained.
I hung up the phone, I didn't feel like talking to anyone at
the moment. I picked up my blade and headed to the shower. The
water spilled out of the spout, and I lifted the plug with my
boney hand.
I stood in the shower, and put the blade down on the shelf next
to me. The water was tapping my back, ever so gentally. Then it
got harder, and soon enough it was hitting my back where the belt
marks were left. I took the blade and slid it across my wrist.
This time, I cut the main vain in my arm. It only took three cuts
and the blood was all over my wrist, dripping down the drain. It
was amazing, there was this big rush going through my
body. Cutting just made me feel so alive, but no one gets it.
I got out of the shower, and the blood is still pooring from my
wrist. I see I got a new text message, from Hunter. It said
"Uggh, can't believe it's only two more days! Then
you're gone!! ):" I replied "Ew, don't even
remind me. I don't want to move at all. Gunna miss you
lots!<3" My hand was so shakey, I couldn't even text
without using all of my might. Blood dripped onto my phone; I
wiped it off with a towel, then tied it around my wrist. I saw
the blood wasn't stopping, not even slowing down a bit. This
time, i actually got scared. Most of the time I'm usually
like "Oh forget life," or "Ahh, I could care
less." But this time, I feel too young to die. A 12 year
old, dying of cutting her main vain?
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Chapter 2.
How am I going to tell my mom I cut? What's
going to happen to me when she finds out? I screamed the loudest
I can to get my mom's attention, and soon enough I heard
footsteps thumping up the stairs. I held out my cut up wrist,
dripping with blood. There were tears in my eyes, and my mom
almost fainted. She ran downstairs, and dialed 9-1-1, I
heard her crying with fear. I was dissapointed in myself,
how am I going to explain this to my mom?
Eventually, I was riding in the back of an ambulence with a rag
tied around my wrist, and a doctor putting pressure on my
cuts. Everyone was so worried, but now I wasn't, I
thought people wouldn't care if i died. They always made
fun of me and judged me even though they don't know how much
crap I've been through. I was zoning out whenever someone was
asking me questions, like, "What exactly happened?"
and, "Do you know what you could of done to
yourself?"
All I was think about was Hunter ever texting me back. Oh,
I'll tell him all about this adventure. He was my
best friend, better than everyone else. He made me feel special,
like I have a reason to live.
When I wake up I see I have a couple of stitches in my
wrist. My eyes are all foggy, but I think I see Hunter and my mom
outside my room. I call out my mom's name and she lets Hunter
in.
"What were you trying to do? Kill yourself?"
Hunter shouted.
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Chapter 3.
“I-I
didn’t mean to… well I did, but not to end up in the
hospital. Iwasn’t thinking, I-I’m
sorry!” I quivered.
“Ahh! Valery you
got me worried sick about you when your mom called me saying
something bad happened to you, that I should go to the hospital.
You could have died Val! You’re… you’re too
young to die.”
I saw the tears in
Hunter’s eyes. I gave him the biggest, tightest hug,
I’m so glad I have a friend like him. He’s like my
brother/therapist, I could tell him anything and everything and
he won’t tell a soul. I could trust him with my life. I
felt a little dizzy, so I sat back down and dozed
off.
When I woke up, Hunter
was still right there, holding my hand with the bandage around
it. I stared at the clock; wow, I’ve been asleep for three
hours and he’s still here! What a good
friend.
I left the next day
around 11 o’clock, and went back to my
house.
“Only one more
day, then we’re outta here’” I
sighed.
I woke up at 5:45 to
get ready for the last day at school, for me at least. I flopped
out of my inflatable mattress, and tip-toed into my bathroom so I
wouldn’t wake anyone up. I grabbed my curling iron from
underneath the sink, plugged it into the wall and let it heat up.
I put on my nicest, cutest clothes, and did my makeup really good
for a girl who never really uses it. Then, I went downstairs. Oh
my god! It was 7:00! I had 10 minutes to get to my bus stop, so I
skipped breakfast and ran a couple of blocks to my bus
stop.
Figures, my mom set the
clock 10 minutes early, so I actually got to my bus stop at 6:57.
I was sitting there alone with my puffed up curly hair and a
bandage tied around my wrist. I was standing there forever, and
the bus was running late too. I could tell my last day would be
one of my worst days.
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