The Art of Suicide(On Hold)

Chapter Five: Fragile

(Few weeks earlier)

The dark haired male stared at his reflection, fixing the strands of hair that were out of place. Grabbing he still hot hot iron, he went about flattening out his hair again. A soft hum bubbled in his throat as he finished up his hair. Turning off and putting the hot iron down, he ran his fingers through his black hair.

The door to the bathroom swung open, a girl the same age as the male stood there. Her eyes narrowed on him, only making him smile. She stormed into the room, obviously pissed off.

“You have been in here for two hours.” Her arms crossed in front of her large chest, “There’s only thirty minutes before school starts and now I have to rush to get ready.”

The male shrugged and picked up his backpack, “Sorry sis, not my fault that you don’t wake up as early as I do. Plus, you could have used moms bathroom.” He walked from the room.

“Damn it Zander! It feels like I have a sister and not a brother! I wish someone would beat the girl out of you! She slammed the bathroom door closed.

Zander chuckled at her anger, knowing the same thing would happen again the next day. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, he pulled out his phone. Not even looking, Zander pushed the speed dial for his best friends number,

He put the phone to his ear as he left the house and headed to school. After a few seconds the phone stopped ringing and the voice mail came on. Zander sighed as he listened to the auto mated voice, waiting for the beep.

“Hey Sam, I just wanted to see if everything’s okay… I haven’t heard from you in a week and no ones seen you around school… Just call me back, I miss you.” Zander hesitated before hanging up, sliding the phone into his pocket.

As he walked he kept his gaze ahead of him, knowing he’d get to school faster if he didn’t get distracted. Within a few minutes he reached the school grounds. Students were cluttered in their little groups, talking to each other about everything. Zander put in his head phones, Kerli’s soft voice filling his head, bringing a smile to his lips.

He walked straight to his locker, Doing his combination, he opened it just to have to step back as stuff poured from it. The smile that he had quickly turned to a frown. Putting his bag down, he started to clean up the papers.

Zander didn’t look at what was written on them, knowing that it would all just be cruel words. Gathering all the papers, he walked to the trash and tossed them in. With a sigh, he picked his bag up and put it in his locker, grabbing only a note book and pencil.

Slightly his gaze traveled to the locker next to his, Sam’s. Spray paint covered her locker, showing that the students had decided to stop wasting paper on her. He shook his head, not understanding what they had done to get treated like this.

Turning to head to his class, Zander was slammed into the lockers by a huge body passing by. “Watch it, freak.” The boy growled at him as he kept walking.

“I’m the freak? Says who, the ape that takes steroids for breakfast.” He muttered under his breath as he stood back up. After looking to make sure it wasn’t going to happen again, he walked to his class.

Pushing the door open, he walked into his Anatomy class. The teacher spotted him and stood. She had a worried look on her face. Zander stopped and looked at her, knowing she wanted to talk.

‘Have you seen Samantha?” She sat on the edge of her desk. Zander shook his head, making her sigh. “I tried calling her mother this morning but she didn’t answer, I’m getting worried.”

He looked at her and smiled, “I’m sorry, she actually does do this sometimes… I’m sure she’s okay.”

For a moment she hesitated, it showing on her face that she didn’t want to drop the subject. Looking away from him, she let out a deep breath. “Zander… Are you okay?”