Post by Catalin on Jan 22, 2007 17:53:32 GMT -5
Note:Finished with this chapter
I guess she heard my hurried foot steps because she looked behind her, and then looked a head of herself, running to…wait, why’s she running to my house?
She ran up to my door step and knocked on the door. I followed her; walking at a normal pace now, not really sure if I wanted to find out who this mystery girl was.
“Uhmm. Hi. Who are you?” I asked the girl when I stepped up on the porch and leaned against the railing.
“What do you want?” She asked a frightened look on her face.
“This is my house.” I said, looking at her strangely. “Now, what do you want?”
“Hayden?” The girl asked, a grin spreading across her face.
“Yeah.” I replied, still looking at her like she had two heads.
“It’s me! Brandy!” She squealed, hugging me.
“Um. Hi.” I replied, awkwardly hugging her back.
“I missed you so much!” Brandy said, still holding me in her hug of doom.
“I missed you too. It’s good to have you back.” I said with a fake smile, but Miss Dip stick didn’t notice. “Hey, why don’t we go inside and we can hang out in there?” I asked, regretting every word. How could I have liked someone like this? She’s so…so…dumb.
“Okay! Sounds fun!” the brunette beamed brightly, she took a hold of my arm, making my blue eyes grow to the size of small saucers, and walked into my house.
As we walked into the living room I heard hurried foot steps from up the stairs and my mother’s head popped out from around the corner of the stair case.
“Hi honey!” She grinned, running to me and Brandy and taking us into a lung squashing hug.
“Hi…uh…mom.” I said, trying to get as much air into my poor little lungs as possible.
“Brandy, it’s so good to have you back!” My mom said, taking Brandy into another hug, who gladly returned it. I watched as if I was at the circus, watching the bearded lady make a salad. It was repulsive. I guess girls are just used to having their rib cage squashed so it’s a sixth of the size it should be. I shivered, my bones feeling like they were cracking, just thinking about that made them hurt.
“So I guess you already found Hayden.” My mother beamed, looking from the small brunette—had she gotten smaller?!—to me.
“Yeah.” Brandy grinned, looking at me also. I shifted my weight uneasily under their stares and looked down at my shoes. “D” was written in neat script on the toe of my converse, hearts surrounded the letter, along with other random shapes. I grimaced and looked elsewhere, still avoiding Brandy’s and my mother’s gaze.
“So, Hayden? How’re you feeling?” my mom asked, sitting down in my Dad’s old arm chair.
“Good.” I lied, still avoiding their gazes.
“What happened?” Brandy asked, looking worriedly at me.
“Nothing.” I said, shaking my head. “Well, I’m tired. I guess I’ll see you later Brandy.” I said with a fake yawn, heading towards the stairs.
“Oh no you don’t, Hayden Robert.” My mother scolded.
I groaned, turning to look at my mom. I knew I looked like a mess. My longish black hair was messy and my bangs hung limply over my face. I felt greasy and disgusting. My face was probably horrible. I hadn’t washed my face at all for a day, so my eyeliner that I had worn the day before was probably smeared around my eyes, and I probably had stubble.
My mom finally sighed and waved me off, realizing that I was in no mood for company. I ran up the stairs and into my room, grabbing a clean pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants. I walked out of my room and grabbed a towel from the closet on my way to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror to find myself, but it was a horrid looking me. My thoughts of how I looked were just confirmed. Ew. Dried eyeliner stuck to your face is the worst.
I shook my head and stripped, then hopped in the shower, letting the warm water sooth my cold skin. I washed my hair, and then scrubbed my face, making sure to get the black gunk off it. I rinsed before getting out and drying off. I put my clothes on and towel dried my hair.
I stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, staring at the fog. I took a deep breath, and brushed my teeth, trying not to think about the razor hidden under the sink. I grabbed a hair brush and quickly ran it through my semi-dry hair. I reached for my shaving razor in the cabinet,as I held the handle,my hand started to shake.
It needed the rush. It needed the high. It's addiction was being torn away from it, and my body was revolting against my brain.
When I finally pulled myself from my thoughts, I had the crimson liquid running down my arm and off the razor. I didn't mean to do this! I tried to stop! My body needs it's addiction to survive though. Without it, I'm afraid I couldn't survive.
I quickly wrapped the towel around my arm,and gasped from the stinging sensation running from my arm. I leaned against the counter, not letting go of the towel.
As I was concious of my actions, I relized what pain it brought me.
Why did I have to be so stupid as to destroy myself? i had to fix this, somehow. Someway.
The truth was...that I needed D. I needed my bestfriend. I needed her so badly. Why'd I have to be so stupid? Why'd I have to run her off with my moronic ways? If I'd just quit! If I just stopped the pain! I would have my bestfriend. She would be giving me little pushes along the way, leading my blind self in the right direction.
Where was my beautiful, brown eyed angel? Where was my best friend?Where was the love of my life?
Where was Diana?
Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached for an Ace Band-aid. This was what I was living my life for? I wanted out. I wrapped the band aid around my arm, and then opened up the bathroom door. I walked down the hall, back to my room. When I opened the door, I screamed out in surprise.
“Ah!” Brandy screamed back, jumping around, a black composition note book in her hands. When my eyes locked with the book, a moved swiftly over to her, snatching it from her hands.
“What are you doing?” I snarled, holding the notebook protectively against my nude chest.
“I-I was just looking.” Brandy stuttered, backing away from me slowly.
“What did you see?”
“I didn’t e-even open it y-yet.” She looked like a child being scolded. Scared; and she should be.
“Get. Out.” I growled lowly.
“B-Bu-.”
“Out!” I yelled, pointing to the door. She scurried out quickly. I took a deep breath, and then slammed the door shut behind her.
She shouldn’t have even been in my room. How could my mom do this to me? I hate it.
I fell onto my bed; tears still welled in my eyes. I reached above my head, to where my cell phone lay.
“Please let this work.” I muttered to myself. I started to press buttons. 3-0-4-0-6-4-7-7-0-8-0-4-6-4-6-6-6-2-0-7-8-6-7-1-7-5-9-0-4-3-5-7.
“D I miss u Im gonna stop.Plz help.” Was what the text read. I put in D’s number and pressed the green telephone button in the corner. My cell phone made a “Ding” noise and read “Your Message Has Been Sent” with a flying envelope next to it.
I held my breath, waiting for Diana’s response. I heard “Stuck” by Stacey Orrico playing from my cell, and my heart leapt. It was Diana’s favorite song, and she decided to change her ring tone to that, so whenever she called, it would play.
I flipped open my phone quickly, my breath still caught in my throat.
“How?” was all it read.
5-8-7-0-2-0-4-3-7-4-0-4-6-4
“Jus b here 4 me” I sent. I waited anxiously for her to text back, three minutes later the text I got back was:
“I can’t tlk now.” What? She can’t talk? I need her and she has something better to do?
Love Is War, and Our Hearts are the Battlefield
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
I guess she heard my hurried foot steps because she looked behind her, and then looked a head of herself, running to…wait, why’s she running to my house?
She ran up to my door step and knocked on the door. I followed her; walking at a normal pace now, not really sure if I wanted to find out who this mystery girl was.
“Uhmm. Hi. Who are you?” I asked the girl when I stepped up on the porch and leaned against the railing.
“What do you want?” She asked a frightened look on her face.
“This is my house.” I said, looking at her strangely. “Now, what do you want?”
“Hayden?” The girl asked, a grin spreading across her face.
“Yeah.” I replied, still looking at her like she had two heads.
“It’s me! Brandy!” She squealed, hugging me.
“Um. Hi.” I replied, awkwardly hugging her back.
“I missed you so much!” Brandy said, still holding me in her hug of doom.
“I missed you too. It’s good to have you back.” I said with a fake smile, but Miss Dip stick didn’t notice. “Hey, why don’t we go inside and we can hang out in there?” I asked, regretting every word. How could I have liked someone like this? She’s so…so…dumb.
“Okay! Sounds fun!” the brunette beamed brightly, she took a hold of my arm, making my blue eyes grow to the size of small saucers, and walked into my house.
As we walked into the living room I heard hurried foot steps from up the stairs and my mother’s head popped out from around the corner of the stair case.
“Hi honey!” She grinned, running to me and Brandy and taking us into a lung squashing hug.
“Hi…uh…mom.” I said, trying to get as much air into my poor little lungs as possible.
“Brandy, it’s so good to have you back!” My mom said, taking Brandy into another hug, who gladly returned it. I watched as if I was at the circus, watching the bearded lady make a salad. It was repulsive. I guess girls are just used to having their rib cage squashed so it’s a sixth of the size it should be. I shivered, my bones feeling like they were cracking, just thinking about that made them hurt.
“So I guess you already found Hayden.” My mother beamed, looking from the small brunette—had she gotten smaller?!—to me.
“Yeah.” Brandy grinned, looking at me also. I shifted my weight uneasily under their stares and looked down at my shoes. “D” was written in neat script on the toe of my converse, hearts surrounded the letter, along with other random shapes. I grimaced and looked elsewhere, still avoiding Brandy’s and my mother’s gaze.
“So, Hayden? How’re you feeling?” my mom asked, sitting down in my Dad’s old arm chair.
“Good.” I lied, still avoiding their gazes.
“What happened?” Brandy asked, looking worriedly at me.
“Nothing.” I said, shaking my head. “Well, I’m tired. I guess I’ll see you later Brandy.” I said with a fake yawn, heading towards the stairs.
“Oh no you don’t, Hayden Robert.” My mother scolded.
I groaned, turning to look at my mom. I knew I looked like a mess. My longish black hair was messy and my bangs hung limply over my face. I felt greasy and disgusting. My face was probably horrible. I hadn’t washed my face at all for a day, so my eyeliner that I had worn the day before was probably smeared around my eyes, and I probably had stubble.
My mom finally sighed and waved me off, realizing that I was in no mood for company. I ran up the stairs and into my room, grabbing a clean pair of boxers and a pair of pajama pants. I walked out of my room and grabbed a towel from the closet on my way to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror to find myself, but it was a horrid looking me. My thoughts of how I looked were just confirmed. Ew. Dried eyeliner stuck to your face is the worst.
I shook my head and stripped, then hopped in the shower, letting the warm water sooth my cold skin. I washed my hair, and then scrubbed my face, making sure to get the black gunk off it. I rinsed before getting out and drying off. I put my clothes on and towel dried my hair.
I stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, staring at the fog. I took a deep breath, and brushed my teeth, trying not to think about the razor hidden under the sink. I grabbed a hair brush and quickly ran it through my semi-dry hair. I reached for my shaving razor in the cabinet,as I held the handle,my hand started to shake.
It needed the rush. It needed the high. It's addiction was being torn away from it, and my body was revolting against my brain.
When I finally pulled myself from my thoughts, I had the crimson liquid running down my arm and off the razor. I didn't mean to do this! I tried to stop! My body needs it's addiction to survive though. Without it, I'm afraid I couldn't survive.
I quickly wrapped the towel around my arm,and gasped from the stinging sensation running from my arm. I leaned against the counter, not letting go of the towel.
As I was concious of my actions, I relized what pain it brought me.
Why did I have to be so stupid as to destroy myself? i had to fix this, somehow. Someway.
The truth was...that I needed D. I needed my bestfriend. I needed her so badly. Why'd I have to be so stupid? Why'd I have to run her off with my moronic ways? If I'd just quit! If I just stopped the pain! I would have my bestfriend. She would be giving me little pushes along the way, leading my blind self in the right direction.
Where was my beautiful, brown eyed angel? Where was my best friend?Where was the love of my life?
Where was Diana?
Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached for an Ace Band-aid. This was what I was living my life for? I wanted out. I wrapped the band aid around my arm, and then opened up the bathroom door. I walked down the hall, back to my room. When I opened the door, I screamed out in surprise.
“Ah!” Brandy screamed back, jumping around, a black composition note book in her hands. When my eyes locked with the book, a moved swiftly over to her, snatching it from her hands.
“What are you doing?” I snarled, holding the notebook protectively against my nude chest.
“I-I was just looking.” Brandy stuttered, backing away from me slowly.
“What did you see?”
“I didn’t e-even open it y-yet.” She looked like a child being scolded. Scared; and she should be.
“Get. Out.” I growled lowly.
“B-Bu-.”
“Out!” I yelled, pointing to the door. She scurried out quickly. I took a deep breath, and then slammed the door shut behind her.
She shouldn’t have even been in my room. How could my mom do this to me? I hate it.
I fell onto my bed; tears still welled in my eyes. I reached above my head, to where my cell phone lay.
“Please let this work.” I muttered to myself. I started to press buttons. 3-0-4-0-6-4-7-7-0-8-0-4-6-4-6-6-6-2-0-7-8-6-7-1-7-5-9-0-4-3-5-7.
“D I miss u Im gonna stop.Plz help.” Was what the text read. I put in D’s number and pressed the green telephone button in the corner. My cell phone made a “Ding” noise and read “Your Message Has Been Sent” with a flying envelope next to it.
I held my breath, waiting for Diana’s response. I heard “Stuck” by Stacey Orrico playing from my cell, and my heart leapt. It was Diana’s favorite song, and she decided to change her ring tone to that, so whenever she called, it would play.
I flipped open my phone quickly, my breath still caught in my throat.
“How?” was all it read.
5-8-7-0-2-0-4-3-7-4-0-4-6-4
“Jus b here 4 me” I sent. I waited anxiously for her to text back, three minutes later the text I got back was:
“I can’t tlk now.” What? She can’t talk? I need her and she has something better to do?