Save Me

Chapter 1 Intoxicated.

It was dark, I think it was Sunday. But I can never be sure. Im Tessa by the way, Tessa Longmire. Im 15 and boring, I am always in my room and never out with friends; not that I have many.

The darkness was over whelming, swallowing me as I walk through the sharp gravel. My feet were cut up and bleeding, I could tell from the faint smell of metal and the sticky feeling on the souls of my feet. Little pea size stones were being impaled into my swollen feet. Where was I? I thought to myself.

I was wasted. The way I always was. Just wasted. I can't believe I let it happen again! I promised Jacob I would stop drinking! I am such a fuck up! I fuck everything up and then have everybody get mad at me. It's just like a never ending circle. It happens every Sunday. I pass out drunk and high as a kite on the floor of a bar, and that's when they kick me out. Being thrown out of the bar is a must when it comes to me on a Sunday night. I know I'm only 15 but fake IDs and being a regular can help with that problem.

This is the part when I go home and cut. The part where I feel sorry for myself and just break down and slice my stupid fucking wrists open with the blade in my sock drawer. But not tonight. Tonight is the night it ends! Im done with feeling like I'm never good enough and I am done with being the drunk with the hangover on a Monday morning during algebra.

Suicide. Yeah that was the answer. The answer to all my problems in one small pill bottle. I was ending it. I was at my wits end. I couldn't handle one more second of life it was over.