I was sitting on my bed holding the razor close to my wrist as the tears just kept streaming down my face thinking about all the sad moments. Loosing my best friend of 16 years, loosing my boyfriend of 2 years all because my best friend slept with him.. I lost both people who mean the world to me! My parents are around but they don't really come out of there room, or care to talk to anyone. My dad's a drug addict and my moms an alcoholic I have no one..
I should probably introduce myself to you right? My name is Izzy I'm 18 I grew up here in London I graduated high school last year, and I work at a local Starbucks shop down the street from me. I keep to myself most of the time I'm pretty shy and not really outgoing. I'm 5'1, I have brown curly hair, and big brown eyes. Music is my favorite thing its helps my depression and anxiety so much. My favorite idols are the 1D crew and 5sos...
Back to reality, I sat here just thinking about all the good times me and my best friend had... I sure do miss her I haven't seen her in about 4 years I deleted her number, and made sure to block her on everything. I couldn't handle these feelings anymore I was done right as I was about to slide the sharp cold razor across my arm I hear my phone go off *ding ding* saying I have a text message. "Message from 661-653- 5975* that's weird I don't have that number in my phone I thought to myself? I slide open the message..
Unknown; please don't do it xx
" what? Is someone watching me?" I said as I read it over.
Izzy; Who is this? Why should I listen to you? No one loves or cares about me.
Unknown; its Michael? Who's this? Isn't this Haden? Are you okay?
Izzy; Michael? Its Izzy! How'd get my number? No one loves me or cares about me how am I supposed to live like this? I can't do it any more
Michael; What I'm so sorry I thought you were my mate! I know I'm this stranger that randomly popped up out of no were but I wanna help you Izzy xx
Izzy; you already did
Michael; what? How?
Izzy; you're just some stranger that I've never met but I just need to talk to someone.. Before you text me I was about to relapse but you saved me....
Michael; I can't even believe this!
Izzy; yeah sorry for waisting your time bye
Michael; no! No you're not please don't go I wanna help you.
Izzy; I'll talk to you later I'm gonna go to sleep goodnight Angel.
Michael; Angel?
Izzy; Yes you're my Angel in disguise xx
Michael; Aww, cute xx Goodnight I'll check on you tomorrow please text me before you try anything or if you are feeling depressed.
What in the world just happen? Is this real life? This random stranger just saved my life and I already feel like he can help me through my problems. "Izzy get your mom a beer now" said my dad. Welcome to my life I hear this about 20x a day. "Fine" I said. I slowly grab my razor and hide it under my mattress, and walk downstairs and grab my mom a beer. "Here now I'm going to bed goodnight guys" I said to my parents "Goodnight Izzy I love you see you in the morning" my dad said as I walk out. What is going on? First this stranger text me and saves my life, and then my parents are actually being nice?.
