Us

New Friend

*TRIGGER WARNING*
I feel the blade slide across my skin. I look at my thighs and the blood dripping from the cuts onto the floor. My Dad hit me today. My mom tried to stop him, but she couldn't. Now he's in jail and the divorce papers are ready. He used to be so nice, until he overdosed on his medication for depression. I still don't know why he did it.

As I get out of the bathroom and I hide my blade in the shampoo bottle. I grab my phone and play music to try and calm myself down a little more. As I lay in bed I look up and see the stars shining back at me through my open window. My walls are grey and I have a wood floor. My walls are covered with posters of my favorite bands and pictures that I have taken of nature. I can't sleep. I get out of bed and put my shoes on and throw on a hoody. I look out my door of my room making sure that my Mom is still asleep.

I grab my backpack and put my camera, phone, headphones, and journal in there. I put on my backpack and go out the window of my room. My door is really loud so my mom would hear if I left from there. It's still warm outside. I'm glad that summer is here. I'm tired of being cold all the time.

Once I leave my neighborhood I walk around the city watching drunk guys walk home and laughing. The smiling faces on the people I walk past makes me sad. I wish I would be happy. It's so hard trying to be happy when you are depressed. I don't have any friends and I never had any. Everyone use to bully me at school because I would paint my nails. I don't know why, but I just like the way it looks. That's not the only reason, they just thought I was weird even though I was just a normal kid. I don't know why they targeted me.

I look at the lit up windows and blinking signs as the cars pass me. There aren't very many cars though. It is very late. I cross the road and go to the gas station. I grab a 20 dollar bill out of my pocket. I look around and grab an iced coffee in a bottle. I go up to the cashier and he looks at me weird when I hand him the drink and 20 dollars. He glances at my hands and I can tell me is looking at my cuts on my fingers. Either that, or my painted nails. I painted them black like always. I scratch my peach fuzz which is turning into a beard as the guy checks out the coffee. I am going through puberty but it's not noticeable. It's like my voice changed over night. I don't have bad acne, I never really have. The only noticeable change other than my voice would be my hair. It used to be blonde but it recently changed dark brown, which is my Dads color hair. I wish it stayed blonde so it didn't remind me of him.

"Your total is $3.59, do you want a bag for that?" Asks the cashier. "Um, no thank you." I say. He hands me my drink and I leave the store. I run into this other kid as I try to walk out the door. He looks a few years older than me. "Uh-um, s-sorry." I say as my voice cracks on the word sorry. "Oh no, it's okay dude!" He says as he pats my back. I go outside the store and look around. I loose myself in my thoughts. I think about my Dad, almost crying. I roll up my sleeves and look at my wrists which I cut them up yesterday. It's somewhat satisfying to see my cuts. That kid comes out of the store with a Pepsi in his hand. I quickly roll up my sleeve and smile at him. My arm burns from rolling it up too quickly. "So, why are you here so late? You should be at home." Says the boy. "I had to get away from my house." I say. "My name's Issac." He says. "Hi I'm Jay." I say. "So Jay. What's at your house that's so bad that you had to run away from it." He says as he leans against the wall of the store. I lean back on it too. "Just... it's depressing. I had to distract myself." I say. "From what?" He asks. "Hm?" I say. "What did you have to distract yourself from?" He asks. I had to distract myself from self harming. I can't tell a stranger this. "Just stuff." I say. "Hmm." He says. "Why aren't you at home?" I ask before he asks what kind of stuff. "My Mom can be a bitch." He says. He looks at me with his brown eyes and smiles. "What's your number? We can be friends." He says. He pulls out his phone and looks at me while smiling. He smiles too much. He hands me his phone and I type in my number and name. "I'll text you." He says. He gets a phone call. "Shit shit shit!" He says. "What?" I ask. "My Mom." He says as he picks up his phone and puts his finger over his mouth signaling me to be quiet. I hear his Mom yelling through the phone and Issac chuckles quietly. "Okay." He says smiling. "Okay... okay... okay... I'm in my room." He says. He hangs up the phone. "Got to go." He says then darts to a neighborhood. I see him go to the nearest home and climb up the tree then goes through the window. He waves before closing the window. I laugh quietly and then start to head home.

Once I arrive I go through my window and get ready for bed. I take a shower then change into sweats and no shirt. I lay in bed and think about what happened. I get a text when I'm half asleep.

Issac: "Hey it's Issac"

Me: "Did you get in trouble?"

Issac: "nope I wasn't caught (:"

Me: "Congratulations"

Issac: "We should hang out. You seem cool."

Me: "Okie."

Issac: "I'll text you tomorrow."

Me: "Okay, sleep well."

Issac: "lol I won't."

I reposition my pillow and drift asleep. I get nightmares but never wake up. This time I didn't have any nightmares.

*END OF CHAPTER*
I hope you have enjoyed this so far (:
If you are reading this and are not having a very good day then remember that I trusty do love you! Unless you are Hitler and having a bad day. Bye