It's been months since I've really talked to anyone in my hometown.
I opened my eyes and proceeded to stare at the patterns of the white ceiling. A new start doesn't always mean the bad thoughts erase from your mind.
A fresh life. A place where no one knew my dirty past. Everyone was so welcoming; so why the hell did I still feel so alone? And another thing I ask myself: how did I end up getting this bad?
The leaves fell from the trees like teardrops. The chilly weather comforted me, for now I had a real reason to cover my porcelain skin in clothing to hide scars that tell stories. I think that I may or may not love someone. Tons of friends. New boyfriend. Nominated for homecoming court. Already, I had pushed people away from me. Words were stained in the back of my mind. Sure, things at my new school were decent. But home life? That's another story.
I put in my earbuds just as I begin to hear the first screams of a fight coming from my parents' room. Divorce is such a nasty, dreaded word. I suffocate my face in my pillow and let out a shuddering breath. Thoughts of the future swarm my mind and I feel an on-coming migraine. My future looks like a lot of tears and a new, shitty apartment that I will soon call my home. Standing up too fast, black dots cover my eyes. I sit back down until I can see clearly again. Searching desperately for my razor blade; I knew I would cave in again. I drag the blade across my wrist, and close my eyes. When I open my eyes, I see little red dots bubbling up from under my skin. I roll my sleeve back down, and start to get ready for another exhausting school day.
It has been too hard to keep breathing.
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Intersecting Lines
Teen FictionThe problem with people, is that we all fall in different places. An unfortunate deal of circumstances, mold us into separate people. Then we search, desperately, for companions in a world of foreign concepts and strangers. But every once in a great...
