life. It's something nobody fully understands. Something people can't get away from, unless they choose to end it for themselves.
"Sapphire?" "Sorry," I say, "I was away in my own world I suppose." "I like your drawing!" I desperately tried to cover up the piece of paper laced with the poisonous ink that contained my thoughts and feelings. "You weren't supposed to see it..." I whispered. "Why not? It's just a drawing dummy."
But it wasn't just a drawing, it's never just a drawing. They are my escape.
"Sapphire, you're dreaming again." "Look Laura just leave me alone!"
I snapped, I snap a lot. I never mean to, it just happens. I have no control over it. "Right. Ok Saff, see you later I guess." I sat there, continuing to draw. It's a waterfall. There's a girl standing there. Blood trickling down her slitted arms into the water.
So tranquil, Yet so dark.
I stand up and grab my phone. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. My music is playing and I stand and wash my hair. You know shower thoughts? Those thoughts you have, full of depth and realisation? Well I have those all the time, so somehow showers are an escape of some sort to me. My phone rings, so I turn off the water and carefully step out the shower. It's Lauren. Without hesitation I answer and wait for the sounds. "I'm sorry about earlier." Lauren says, a tone of depression in her voice. "You did nothing wrong, I snapped again." "Sapphire you know that's not your fault. I shouldn't have been so intrusive." "Well I forgive you. I'm also dripping water all over the floor... talk later?" "Yes," She laughs "Bye." I grab a towel and make my way to my room. Half way through getting dressed my phone vibrates.
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I put on my favourite outfit. A grey shirt, flannel jacket and jeans. I then sit down in front of my mirror and do my makeup. I lightly dust my face with powder, fill in my brows, put on some mascara, put on my lipstick and highlighter.
I look at my phone and it's 4:20. I run downstairs, shove on my trainers, grab my keys and run to the park.
By the time I get here it's 4:29. I am out of breath and tired but I'm here on time.
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I approach the swings and plonk myself down next to Lauren. "Yay, you made it!" She shouts. "Yeah, barely though." I swing my legs back and forth to get me moving. I never remember it being this fun as a kid...
