A story made by me written for me and dedicated to Megan one of the few people who get me.
An Unhappy day
The cool air brushed against her cheeks making her tighten up her hoodie. She walked down the street in her blue jeans that were cut at the knees in multiple places. Her sweatshirt was black but after the multiple washings it now looked more grey than black. She continued on towards home, she didn’t look back, she couldn’t, not after what had happened.
She thumbed the knife in the front pocket of her sweatshirt. “Oww”, she whispered into the dark. She had cut herself with the knife. “That was smarts, Jill!” She quickened her pace home as soon as she could feel the blood on her thumb beginning to seep onto her clothes.
The door slammed shut behind her, she was out of breath now. She leaned against the closed door panting. She pulled her thumb out of her pocket and stared at it. Watched as the blood dripped out of the cut onto the floor. Jill stared at it for a moment unsure of what to do next.
“ Jill, your hurt!” Her mother exclaimed
“ It’s nothing mom, just a cut, I’ll go get a band aid.”
“Well, hurry up now”
Jill staggered over to the bathroom still half out of breath and still stricken with fear.
“How did this happen? Why me…?” Jill slumped into a heap in the bathroom. She began to hear that voice again. That voice that meant trouble, Jill hated that voice, she hated it more than anything else it always meant trouble.
The cool air brushed against her cheeks making her tighten up her hoodie. She walked down the street in her blue jeans that were cut at the knees in multiple places. Her sweatshirt was black but after the multiple washings it now looked more grey than black. She continued on towards home, she didn’t look back, she couldn’t, not after what had happened.
She thumbed the knife in the front pocket of her sweatshirt. “Oww”, she whispered into the dark. She had cut herself with the knife. “That was smarts, Jill!” She quickened her pace home as soon as she could feel the blood on her thumb beginning to seep onto her clothes.
The door slammed shut behind her, she was out of breath now. She leaned against the closed door panting. She pulled her thumb out of her pocket and stared at it. Watched as the blood dripped out of the cut onto the floor. Jill stared at it for a moment unsure of what to do next.
“ Jill, your hurt!” Her mother exclaimed
“ It’s nothing mom, just a cut, I’ll go get a band aid.”
“Well, hurry up now”
Jill staggered over to the bathroom still half out of breath and still stricken with fear.
“How did this happen? Why me…?” Jill slumped into a heap in the bathroom. She began to hear that voice again. That voice that meant trouble, Jill hated that voice, she hated it more than anything else it always meant trouble.