Chapter
Three.
I arrived at school only to see the worst
sight possible, Christina and Isaiah walking down the halls
together. Wait a minute-- I recognized the red hoodie she was
wearing--It was Isaiah’s. Wow, what a fantastic way to
start my day. I felt sick, my stomach danced, twirled, and leaped
and I became light-headed. I could feel my face getting pale and
my eyes turning the color of a chalkboard, as they do whenever I
become distressed. I had a slight moment of panic, I started to
freak out. My mind became so full of dreadful thoughts about how
I’d never be good enough or how she was obviously better
than me in every single way. But then I started thinking about
how I had won first. I had had him before she even knew him, and
about how even when she did it didn’t stop our secret
texting. I thought about how I would always have accomplishments
with him that she couldn’t say that she had.
My mind flashed back to the
reason we stopped talking. It was the day he asked her out. I had
decided not to text him first this time. I thought that if he
wanted to be part of my life he could text me first this time.
Earlier I had sent him a rather sentimental text, and he still
hadn’t replied. I tried making excuses, maybe he
doesn’t have his phone, maybe he’s busy with sports,
maybe he has homework, when all of a sudden my phone lit up. It
wasn’t Isaiah, it was my other close friend named Delilah,
I opened the message “Hey Kates… can you get on
facebook? I’m so sorry…” My stomach
lurched again, I didn’t even have to check, I already knew.
Isaiah and Christina were officially in a relationship. I walked
up to my room slowly, slammed my door shut, and crumpled to the
ground, the tears down poured. I couldn’t do this, I
thought about my plan, all it would take is a few pills. Just a
handful. No, a stupid boy wasn’t worth my life.
Then I realized that my phone had an unread text it was from
Isaiah, it read “I can’t believe you would tell our
secret. I trusted you.” And it was that simple text that
broke me down. I couldn’t do this anymore, and I especially
not tonight. I went into the bathroom grabbed my razor, pulled
the waist of my pants down so that you could just see my hip, and
slowly drew the blade across my side. I quickly realized what I
did, grabbed the bathroom sink, cried even harder, and watched
the little beads of blood drip down to my legs.
“No…” I cried out regretfully. It wasn’t
even Isaiah’s fault, it was mine. Now I know that the rest
of the world sees me the same way I see myself, as a
terrible, horrible person.
And we haven’t spoken to
each other since. My worst fear had come true.
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truegurl09 · 1 decade ago
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is this all true???