Prologue


As I lay there on my bathroom floor, a puddle of blood around my right wrist, I laugh a little. I sigh, finally draining all the pain out of me like draining a well of water. If only I couldn't see or hear. I wouldn't have to watch him drift away from me without a word. I wouldn't have to watch or see the only one that brings meaning to my life turn to hate. My eyes begin to burn, tears streaming in rapidly. I can't cry, not while I die. So toughening up a little I look up at my wrist, blood slowly seeping out. I couldn't take it, so bursting in to tears, I hear the doorbell ring and my mum saying Jason. Hearing his name I try to get up, falling at first but on the second attempt I am on my feet. Up and losing blood so quickly I walk down the hall left arm dragging against the wall. When I get to the kitchen Jason and his girlfriend Alice, are standing there waiting for me. Jason standing there pop-tart hanging half way out of his mouth.
Slipping out of consciousness I fall to my knees. Forming now a bigger puddle of blood. Mum is going to kill me when she sees I got blood on her new, white tile floor . Alice runs to the phone and calls the police. Jason is trying to cut off any blood circulation. Tears running down my face I mumble nonsense. Jason is totally freaking out. I take this anymore.
“G-Guys. Ch-ill.” I barley get out. Alice looks at me, her face is really pale as if she is sick. She runs to the bathroom as if wanting to puke, only to find a ton of blood on the floor. She begins to cry and sob loudly. Oh my god man grow up Alice, she is seriously crying on my behalf. I thought she hated my guts? I hear sirens in the distance right before I pass out.


Chapter one

I wake up ivy in my arm, a long row of stitches covering my wrist. Blinking repeatedly I try to see what is around me, I can hardly make out anything. I see Jason and my mum, I am guessing Alice has fled to seek safety. I am amazed Jason is still here.
“Sweety are you feeling any better?” asks my mum. I can see tears running down her cheek.
“ I’m ok I guess...Why are you guys here?” I ask. My mum has never ever been there for me. I mean she has forgotten to pick me up from school. She forgot my birthday, even my name. I wish she had been there when this all started, maybe I wouldn’t have gone to this extreme. I think she thinks that I cut my wrist while cooking or something. She probably wouldn’t listen if I told her it was self inflicted. I am still puzzled about Jason. Why is he here?
“ Sweetheart do you remember why you are here?” she asks pulling me from my thoughts. I can remember but I can’t form the words, so I nod closing my eyes to get rest.