~Back home~
I immediatly go to my room and start to cry. "Dammit Graser, you're such a girl," I say to myself.
Maybe I should have let myself die. It would have been for the best. No one needs me.
I go the the bathroom.
"No," I whisper. "No more"
I grab the blade, I sit on the cold floor. My tears falling down my cheeks. I do it.
I press the blade to my skin, under the old ones. Blood pours out, the pain doesn't bother me.
I'm now used to it.
~The next morning~
I wake to the sound of my phone.
My eyes adjust to the white screen.
Jordan - Hey bud
Me - You woke me up
I wanted to sleep my life away.
Jordan - Oh sorry... but hey wanna hop on Skype?
Me - Why the hell not
Jordan - That's the Graser I know
I fix my hair to the best of my abillity. Why am I trying to look good?
Whatever, I log on and accept Jordan's video chat request.
"Hey," I say sleepily.
"Don't sound so excited," he says giggling.
"Sorry," I say trying not to sound like a dick.
"You know, Graser, you seem different," he says oddly.
"What do you mean by that," I say taking offence.
"Oh sorry," he must have heard it in my voice, "but you seem less... like yourself."
What the hell id he talking about? He can't possibly see through me. Can he?
"You're not as happy and stuff," he says clairifyling.
"Oh..." I don't know how to respond.
It's quiet, I look down, but quikly look back up at him.
I scratch the back of my head. 'Oh shit!' I think to myself.
I'm wearing a t-shirt. And I basically just showed him my wrist.
I start to panic, maybe he didn't see.
"Graser... y... your," he saw it, "your wrist... wh... what did you do?"
I feel the tears coming to my eyes. I can't hold it in.
I burst out crying and run out of my room.
Jordan's pov
What has he been doing? How did I not notice before? Why is he doing this to himself?
"Graser!" I yell trying to get him back.
I don't know if he can hear me. What do I do?
