Just Another Dead Girl

Ch 1 "i hate mornings"

"God what time is it?" I ask my self as I looked at my alarm clock half asleep tangled in my blankets. I lean over t see it read 7:38 am. I slowly sit up and drag my self out of bed and to my dresser "clothes. Cause no one needs to see my naked butt cheeks " I said with a huff as I grabbed a black t shirt jacket and blue jeans. I got dressed and headed down stairs.

I reach the bottom of the stairs to be greeted by my mom "morning my sweet !" She said sun shiney as the morning person she is. Me looking as if I was sleep walking walked past and into the living room then plooped on the couch and waved at her. "Jeez kat don't talk so much " my dad chuckled at me from the other side of the couch. "Will do " I groaned realizing my breath could kill someone but I ignored that fact cause ninjaturtles are on no matter how old I get I will love them. And Im guessing my dad's the same way. "Come on you too breakfast!" mom calls from the kitchen "but Mikey ticked off master splinter!" My dad calls like a child back pointing to the tv not wanting to stop watching . I laugh "come on loser ." he chuckles back "well your a losers daughter!" We both walk into the kitchen to see our plates laid out normal eggs and Bacon. "If you too get anymore alike I'm gonna go crazy " mom says as she sits down at her plate.
My name is kat larny im 16 . i live with my dad Larry larny and mother Millie larny we live in a small town called mablesprings .

I sit at my plate and reach for the ketchup. "So kat its summer what's your plans? Your 17 u should be at sleep overs with Friends not in your room all cooped up." My mom says as she puts a bite of egg in her mouth. My dad shoots her a look. "Mill. " she looks at him. "What am I wrong!" She looks at me. I stand and stomp up to my room. I don't have friends. My best friend of 7 years died less then a year ago .. and she expects me to be fine. The images of our sleepovers flash threw my head as I slam my door. She was so sad. And I couldn't help her I was powerless. She killed her self. I still cry myself to sleep. "I hate people ." I mutter as I sit on my bed tears streaming down my face. I pulled up my jacket sleeve and looked at my cuts. God I wish I could stop this crap. I yank it back down and look door which was slowly opening. My dad's heads popping in "hi sweet heart you OK? You know she doesn't mean-" I cut him off "yeah I know dad I'm fine" I smile. That's what I do put on a show. He has enough to worry about. "Good that's my tough girl " he smiles a proud sparkle in his eye. The door shuts and I'm left alone. I lay back on my bed I curl in between my pillows and slowly drift to sleep. I feel something warm and wet drip on my face my eyes flash open to see my late best friend Emma standing over me her arms slashed open "WHY KAT?! WHY DIDNT U SAVE ME?!" she screamed. "I'm sorry Im sorry Emma please!" I sob as I spring up in a cold sweat to look around a dark room. I hate nightmares. I look at my clock to see it read 6:09 pm "another day slept away bet mom liked that" I mutter my knees still buckling from my dream. I walk out of my room and down stairs "dad? Mom?" I call but nothing but silence. I walk past the living room and into the kitchen to find a note on the table
"Dear kat.
We went to the clovermens for dinner and a movie. For couples night your dinner is on the stove
Yours mommy and daddy"
I set the note back on the table. "Great." I mutter as I go back up stairs and in my room I open my lap top and play scars by saywecanfly. I hum along as I think about Emma. She wasn't just my best friend. She was my only friend. I was in love with her. Why why didnt I help her?how didn't I see her pain? I feel a fire of anger build inside me. I run into my bathroom and grab a little box I open it to see my only friend now. A little razor blade. I yank up my jacket sleeve and then slowly take the blade in hand. I run it along my wrist a line of scarlet blood follows. I do this countless times. I watch my self bleed for a couple minutes. Then I run them under water and patch them up. And sit on my bed feeling drained and numb. All I could ask my self was why.