Closing my painful eyelids, I could see colorful stars, purple, blue, yellow, orange. The blood driziling through my open wound swayed in the wind, and I could almost feel it dripping down my spine. The cold blood was all over now, if I wasn't used of this, I would have fainted. My ribs worked themselves up and down, they pinched my skin, and showed deeply. I haven't much time to eat, I haven't much time to do anything. He was gone now, his job was done. He left me stinging in pain. A kind of pain you couldn't explain without crying, but I was used of crying now. I don't cry on the outside anymore.
Pulling on my black Clandestine Industries sweater to cover up any of the traces of bruises, or cuts that someone could ask me about.
For, this was my usual routine.
I struggled to pull my wobbling body up, as I staggerd to the left, knocking over a bottle of my Nightmare Before Christmas perfume.
He wasn't like this when my mother was still alive.
The bathroom was dark, the lights were all broken, except for the slightly flickering. I struggled to see myself in the reflection. A dark hollowing silence filled the room, and chilled me to the bone. Not only was it dark on a Monday afternoon, I was surprised it was even Monday.
Quietly, I crept out the back door,threatend I would awake my sleeping father.
As I walked slowly by the bushes next to my house, I heard them woosh a little.
"BOO!" Pete screamed, hopping out of the green bush.
Silent screams filled my lungs, I had been too tired to scream.
"FUCK! Don't ever do that again!" I decided to yell, pulling my arm out to hit him lightly.
He chuckled, roping arms with me. He attempted to lift up my sleeve, but I swatted his hand away.
"What happened?" he looked alarmed, his wide eyes searching my face.
"Ooh nothing." I made a mindless excuse. "I fell off my skateboard last night, and cut it a little on the fense, it's nothing really, just a little raw still," I said, shrugging.
"Can I see it?" he asked affectionatly, he always wanted to help me.
He has to relise some things just can't be fixed.
"No,.. I want to keep it under here," A fake smile sealed it with a kiss.
He shrugged, moving his hand around my waist.
Pete and I are best friends, my mom, and his mom grew up together. Surprisingly, we were born on the same month, except I was born 2 days before him. We were bestfriends ever since.
He still doesn't no about my dad.
"NNAAAVEEAAHHH!!" I heared a formiliar voice screetch behind me.
Emily joined us, as we waited at the bus terminal.
"You know.. I really think you guys are MENT TO BE!" she squeeled, looking at Pete's arm around my waist. Emily was deffenitly the energetic one.
I sighed, watching Pete drop his hand from my waist ambashingly.
He didn't look normal today, he looked off guard.
We watched as the yellow bus rolled over the corner, bubbling over to the bus station. Everything seemed to be in black and white, no color, no happiness.
"SOOOO TELL ME!" Emily cried, pulling me into the very first seat in the bus.
"Who are you crushing on?" she pursed her lips together excitedly, the smiles and unicorns cursed inside her brain.
I used to be this way.
"I don't know," I muttered, directing my attention back to Pete who was swatting flys in the seat accross from us. "What about you?"
"ZAC BARBALION!" she muffled her mouth, and giggled.
She doesn't know about my dad either.
"Yeah, he's pretty cute," I grinned, lieing through my teeth.
I don't think I can trust anyone anymore, let alone like them.
Sorry this is short guys. I SWEAR the next one will be better.
