David didn't talk to me the rest of the week. Maybe he
didn't want to deal with a depressed person who self
harmed, has insomnia, and was fake. I didn't David to talk
to me because I didn't want to fall for him, but I did want
him to talk to me because if he stopped, that would make me
feel worse. Like I had a chance, and I blew it, even if I meant
to.
That probably doesn't make sense, but that's not my
problem.
I lied on my bathroom floor with a blade in my hand. I
wasn't going to cut, but I felt safer holding it.
"Hanna a friends at the door! Come down!" I heard my
mom yell to me.
I put the blade in my drawer and got up. "Who is it?"
I said while walking down stairs.
"David I think it is?"
I stopped halfway through the steps, tilted my head back, and
made my fingers into a gun. Boom. I was dead.
"C'mon Hanna, you need to socialize, all you do is sit
in your room all day."
"Yeah, like you care," I mumbled and kept walking
towards the door.
"Hey," David said to me.
"Hi. Why are you here?"
"I'm going to take you out. You said you were okay,
and I said I'd change that."
"It's fine, you don't have to. Just leave."
"Not unless you're happy."
I getting annoyed, but in that sweet way. The way you actually
like being annoyed. "Please go."
"Why won't you come with me, you'll feel
better."
"That's not possible anymore." I whispered,
watching my breath swirl around in the cold air that was coming
inside.
"Fine, I was just trying to stop the scars that are
suffocating your wrist. But I guess you don't want
that."
"I want somebody to care, I want somebody to come and
never leave. You're not that person... How- how do you know
about my wrists?"
"News flash, every body does." David started walking
away.
I got dizzy. I grabbed onto the stair railing, balancing
myself, and then ran upstairs. I was drowning in my own tears.
I didn't want anyone to know, I guess I'm a bit late.
I stared at the blade I put away just minutes before. Ten more
cuts, and you're out.
Authors
Note: I hope this chapter was a bit more interesting for you all!
Hanna finds out that everybody knows she self harms, thats a hard
thing to hear, trust me.
