When I'm Gone... A Jenzie FanFiction

Chapter 1 :)

[Mackenzie's POV]

It was 6:30 am on the first day of school. Or more importantly, the first day of junior year. I should introduce myself. I'm Mackenzie Ziegler, and I am 16 years old. You should know before reading this: I have depression, and anxiety. Nobody knows. My depression started last January, when my boyfriend cheated on me, then dumped me for my best friend, Annie. Annie and I have grown apart. My (ex) boyfriend, Hayden, is one of the most popular guys at school. As his girlfriend, that made me pretty popular as well.

[Starts a flashback]
One night we went to a party and things got a little out of hand. I walk in on my boyfriend kissing Jordyn, the girl he apparently hated, although that night, it didn't look like it. I ran out of the party crying, and calling my older brother, Jack. He didn't answer, so I had to walk home in the dark. That night, when all my family had gone to sleep, I walked down to the kitchen and got a knife. Not a huge chopping knife, but a knife just sharp enough to cut skin. I took it back up to my room, along with some Doritos. It was 1 in the morning, pitch black outside. I took the knife wondered if I really wanted to go through with this. At first, I was going to kill myself, but I stopped. I decided to cut myself instead. I did a small cut on my wrist, then I cut deeper. I then stopped. I went to my bathroom and got a bandage. I feel asleep, thinking about how upset I was about Hayden.
[End of flashback]

I start getting dressed. Cutting myself has become a regular occurrence for me now. In school, I rarely talk, I have no friends, and I always eat lunch by myself. At home, my parents fight all the time. My only happiness is Elisa, my baby sister. My parents fight about everything. Jack, my older brother is 19. He was supposed to go to college, but we don't have enough money to send him. He has a job that's well paying, so he's saving up for me to go to college. He figures that, since our parents don't do their jobs as our guardians, he will someday go to a lawyer and gain legal authority over Elisa and I. He's very overprotective, but in a good way. I get dressed. I wear a purple tee-shirt with black joggers, and my tennis shoes. I go down for breakfast.