The minute I heard 'Diary of Jane-Breaking Benjamin' playing on my alarm,I knew I had made a great mistake...
You see,because Blake didn't trust me enough to actually go to school today,he was going to pick me up. life is officially overrated. I was feeling just a bit tired,and I knew I looked like hell, so I walked straight into the shower and and stood right in the middle...bad idea...with the hair I have.
About twenty minutes later, I walked out to find Blake sitting on my bed.
"Dude,what the fuck!!!" I said on reflex, grabbing a towel.
"I decided to come early cause I thought you might try and escape" he said.
I just groaned and went to my closet.
""Someone's not a morning person..." he said, and I wanted to slap him. There was soo much sunshine radiating from him it made my head ache.
"So what'ya wearing" he asked,suddenly going through my closet.
"I think I'll go back to my dark ways and kill you"
"Awesome! Hey how about those black checked skinnies and that pink t?"
"No. I'll find something, go wait outside, I want to undress"
"Nah, it's alright, I'll just sit here" he said, pulling the chair from my mirror. I was too tired to argue him anyways, and besides, I had my underwear on.
"You have so many scars on your back" he said, playing with his hair.
"Are you gay?"
"Blake, are you gay????"
"Not really... I like chicks" he said, then he winked at me and I blushed.
I picked up my Sex Pistols tshirt in the back and I noticed something...my stash of razors. Wow, I suddenly felt happy, I was smiling, and I wanted to cut right there and then. I walked into my closet and closed the small door quickly behind me before Blake could stop me. I slumped on the ground and picked up a razor...I looked at it through the small light passing through a crack on the closet door. It made me happy. I couldn't help it, it's what I did best, other than hurt people and push them away...
"Aqua! What the hell are you doing in there?"
Silence. I took the razor and I made a cut down my arm. The burning sensation I felt made me feel like I was flying. It was amazing. Before I could make crosses across, Blake opened the closet door, holding a wet towel.
"Here" he said, handing it to me.
"And wipe that grin off your face. You're twisted as fuck" he said. But I couldn't help it. I felt better, it felt like a ton had been lifted off my back.
The blood was dripping off my arm into the floor, and I watched it, falling off my arm in shapes of tear drops...
"Hurry, we don't have all morning"
"Fine" I said. I was still smiling. Something's wrong with me.
We walked to his awesome car and I got in the passenger seat.
"I got three things to say.." I said.
"Go ahead babe"
"How did you know I was cutting? Second, you wanna go to the salon with me after school? Cause I wanna dye my hair black again, and third, you have an AWESOME car."
"Ok, I went through your closet and saw your razors, so when you went in, I kinda figured it out, and second, your blonde hair is sexy!! And third, I know, you told me yesterday." We we're both smiling now.
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I love you,you don't love me,life goes on...Teen Fiction
A high school love story about a girl who grows up in a foster home, doesn't really fit in and deals with depression and anger. She finds love from the most unsuspected person. Lots of sarcasm and dry humor. Also the first story I ever wrote. The st...