Take Me Away (another short story I wrote for class)
~Yes, ik, sounds odd to have a girl named Tony, but before you go judging it, My grandfather calls me Tony, and I'm a girl...but this isn't about me~
Tears shook Tony’s crumpled and helpless body. She didn’t know how to stop them from coming. Music pulsed at top volume echoing through her body as she lay on the floor in her darkened bedroom. Her mind was flooded with too many problems; fights with her mom, her best friend angry at her for something completely random, and her boyfriend slowly moving away from her. She didn’t know How much longer she would be able to hold everything inside of her.
Questions banged around her head cracking at her skull producing a painful migraine for her to also endure. She needed painkillers; strong ones. Slowly Tony moved up off the floor and towards the bathroom door looming ahead of her.
Shakily, with the tears still pouring out she flipped on the dull florescent light above her mirror. It crackled on with a faint buzzing noise making it feel like a room in some kind of asylum. Tony looked her self over. She sure looked as if she belonged in one. Her face was unbelievably pale and blotchy where the tears had run. Dark circles lined the bottoms of her eyes from the many nights of sleep she had lost when awakening from night terrors so horrible she felt as if she could never close her eyes again.
She reached for where she knew a small glass would be resting by the sink and proceeded to fill it with water. Resting against the counter, she closed her eyes and with one swift movement, opened the mirror to reveal rows of medication. She glanced up, and grabbed the Tylenol bottle. Tylenol did not contain the kind of strength she was hoping, but it would have to do. Unscrewing the cap and tipping it into her hand she counted out 6 pills. She shoved the pills into her mouth all at once and took a large gulp of water to wash them down banging the glass down when she was through.
Tony’s eyes scanned the cluttered dirty counter top, stopping to rest on a shiny silver object. Overtaken by a new set of tears from looking at her pale ghostly face, she snatched up the razor and slid to the ground along the cabinet for support. Taking a deep breath she carefully rolled up her sleeve on her right arm. Staring down at the beautiful flesh that was now exposed and the many scars zigzagging in all directions from experiences like the one she was about to have, she brought the razor close. Her breath caught in her throat at the meeting of the blade to her wrist. Pushing into her soft skin she pulled the blade across the width of her arm.
The tears began to stop with this first stroke. Tony took in the sight of the fresh glowing blood now trickling down into her palm. Her body was pumped with an adrenaline rush. She was transfixed, focused on only the blade in her left hand becoming one with her wrist. She formed an uneven X with the next cut. Leaning her head back she took in a deep breath. The last of her tears crept from her eyes.
An emotionally numb feeling was creeping about her. She was concentrated on the still buzzing of the light. Her mind was filled with no feelings; a deep well, empty of all thoughts. With a clatter she let go of the blade and gripped her wrist tight with her other hand. She leaned over to look at her work, almost proud of it. She was worn out, all her energy suffocated from her body after the adrenaline from the cutting. Her eyes were heavy but she didn’t want to sleep yet. She wanted to wait, and savor the sharp stinging in her wrist.
Minutes passed, with a slight dizziness in her step, she removed herself from the floor and shut off the bathroom light. Stumbling through the doorway, she fought her way to her bed in the dark, music still pounding through the walls and into her feet from the floor. She dropped into bed entirely worn out. Holding her arm close to her body as if she were protecting it, she let sleep take her away.
Tears shook Tony’s crumpled and helpless body. She didn’t know how to stop them from coming. Music pulsed at top volume echoing through her body as she lay on the floor in her darkened bedroom. Her mind was flooded with too many problems; fights with her mom, her best friend angry at her for something completely random, and her boyfriend slowly moving away from her. She didn’t know How much longer she would be able to hold everything inside of her.
Questions banged around her head cracking at her skull producing a painful migraine for her to also endure. She needed painkillers; strong ones. Slowly Tony moved up off the floor and towards the bathroom door looming ahead of her.
Shakily, with the tears still pouring out she flipped on the dull florescent light above her mirror. It crackled on with a faint buzzing noise making it feel like a room in some kind of asylum. Tony looked her self over. She sure looked as if she belonged in one. Her face was unbelievably pale and blotchy where the tears had run. Dark circles lined the bottoms of her eyes from the many nights of sleep she had lost when awakening from night terrors so horrible she felt as if she could never close her eyes again.
She reached for where she knew a small glass would be resting by the sink and proceeded to fill it with water. Resting against the counter, she closed her eyes and with one swift movement, opened the mirror to reveal rows of medication. She glanced up, and grabbed the Tylenol bottle. Tylenol did not contain the kind of strength she was hoping, but it would have to do. Unscrewing the cap and tipping it into her hand she counted out 6 pills. She shoved the pills into her mouth all at once and took a large gulp of water to wash them down banging the glass down when she was through.
Tony’s eyes scanned the cluttered dirty counter top, stopping to rest on a shiny silver object. Overtaken by a new set of tears from looking at her pale ghostly face, she snatched up the razor and slid to the ground along the cabinet for support. Taking a deep breath she carefully rolled up her sleeve on her right arm. Staring down at the beautiful flesh that was now exposed and the many scars zigzagging in all directions from experiences like the one she was about to have, she brought the razor close. Her breath caught in her throat at the meeting of the blade to her wrist. Pushing into her soft skin she pulled the blade across the width of her arm.
The tears began to stop with this first stroke. Tony took in the sight of the fresh glowing blood now trickling down into her palm. Her body was pumped with an adrenaline rush. She was transfixed, focused on only the blade in her left hand becoming one with her wrist. She formed an uneven X with the next cut. Leaning her head back she took in a deep breath. The last of her tears crept from her eyes.
An emotionally numb feeling was creeping about her. She was concentrated on the still buzzing of the light. Her mind was filled with no feelings; a deep well, empty of all thoughts. With a clatter she let go of the blade and gripped her wrist tight with her other hand. She leaned over to look at her work, almost proud of it. She was worn out, all her energy suffocated from her body after the adrenaline from the cutting. Her eyes were heavy but she didn’t want to sleep yet. She wanted to wait, and savor the sharp stinging in her wrist.
Minutes passed, with a slight dizziness in her step, she removed herself from the floor and shut off the bathroom light. Stumbling through the doorway, she fought her way to her bed in the dark, music still pounding through the walls and into her feet from the floor. She dropped into bed entirely worn out. Holding her arm close to her body as if she were protecting it, she let sleep take her away.