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Getting Home Wasn't the Thought

Bleeding Tears: Chapter Eight

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“I was planning on walking you to the eye doctor on the way to school, instead of just taking the note.”

           

     “Uh, sure. Thanks.”           

    
I step outside and locked the door behind me. I handed Christian the note and we began to walk towards the doctor’s office. When we got there he said goodbye and so did I. He began to walk off to school with the note in his hands. I walked inside and they had me wait for about an hour and they had me come back. My testing said I need reading glasses, and they just so happen to have the kind I want with them. I asked them for Christian’s also, and I paid for them both. That boy owes me $135 for them!

     I then left and headed for the doctors office. He was smiling when he saw me come in and ushered me to his office, so I didn’t have to wait. I like the dentist, I used to be afraid of him when I was younger, and then again I was scared of almost everything when I was younger. He said my teeth are the best he’s seen so far. I’m glad to hear that. I left the dentist office and walked around fiddling with Christian’s glasses in hand. I had about another hour and a half until school gets out, so I decided to go to
Pearl Park and wait. I got there and I saw Toluse. I didn’t want to talk to him, not after what happen last night. I walked over there any ways and decided to talk, to be nice of course. I sat on the low tree branch that hung low while he sat in the higher branch in the tree next to mine.
           

    
“Skipping today?” I asked, looking up to him. He just kept staring at the sky.
           

    
“Yup.”
           

    
“Aren’t you worried about your grades?”
           

     “Nope.”
           

    
“Are you going to give me an answer with more then one syllabi?”
           

    
“Maybe, there. Two syllabus”
           

    
“Wow two.”
           

    
“What about you, you skipping?” I could seem the mused smile on his face.      
           

     
“No, Christian took a note in for me, and walked me to one of my appointments.”
           

    
I don’t think he wanted to hear that, seeing as how he twitched when I said Christian, and got down off the tree. He then started to walk off to the swing set, I didn’t know why at first, but then I figured it out. All of our friends were coming.
           

    
“Hide” He told me.
           

     “What? Why?”
           

     “Just do it.”

    

I did as told; I jumped up to the next branch and stayed quiet. As I hid, Toluse left and the group parted into two. Grete and Derek left, while Roxie and Christian stayed. They walked over to the branch under me and sat down. Roxie kissed Christian on the cheek and hugged his arm while giggling. Christian just smiled, fake, and kissed her forehead. There acts continued and with each one I broke more. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will NOT cry, I kept telling myself. It didn’t work, The tears began to trickle and fall. I tried to hide more behind the loose branches. Christian looked up, I don’t think he saw me, but I could see his frown. That sad expression, as if to say, “I’m sorry.” When Roxie was going to look up he turned her attention back to him.

    I got out of the tree on the other side and walked through the forest on the way home. I wasn’t crying anymore there was too much pain to cry. I got home and noticed my father had left again, great. I walked to my room and fell asleep. When I woke up I walked past my screen, some one left me a message, but I didn’t bother to read it. I walked to the kitchen to get me some food. Hollow and all, no more to hold on to, a soulless dummy trying to find its way, yet can’t.

    
I suddenly I heard my father pull up the drive way. I panicked, he was probably stoned or drunk of his ass, I don’t want this hollow feeling, but I don’t want his hatred also. I heard the car door slam as I locked the front and back doors, then ran to my room and locked my door. I heard the front door break open and foot steps coming to my door. I watched my door knob turn violently and heard some cussing as  I felt my heart beating franticly against my rib cage. He walked into the bathroom. Before I realized he did I run into the door opening trying to get it locked before,

    “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” He started cussing yelling at me, and swinging a base ball bat up like a mad man. He hit my legs and my arms where I was cut. I started bleeding again.

   

     
“I-I d-didn’t d-do a-anything! W-What’s w-w-wrong w-with y-y-you?” I shouted.

    “SHUT UP!” I guess he was high, if he was drunk he’d miss more. I suddenly felt the base ball bat smash into my left temple and everything faded black. I woke up hours later I felt smothered with no help. It took me about ten minutes, or so it felt like, to sit up and check my clock on my end table. It was
12:00 am. I looked over to my screen. I remembered some one left me a message, I check and it was Christian. His last message said he was coming over around 3:00 am. What business does he have with me, I could care less… Love, I found out to late… It’s left me hollow like this broken home. I walked over to the bathroom slowly to check the damage on me this time. I looked at the face glaring back at me. There was a gigantic bruise on my temple where the blown to my head knocked me out. I cleaned up my wounds and bruises and had taken my medication. One pill for headaches, bleeding, no need for ADHD right now, and the last five, mental state; the mental pills were for depression, exaggerations, insomnia, multi-personalities sometimes, and bipolar. It was 2:30 am by the time I was done. I felt terrible, my thoughts swarming from suicide and reasons to love and hate. I went to my drawer and got out my sin covered tissues hidden away in my drawer. I lifted the sleeves.

“With this last breath of blood I give my live to what difference it shall never make in this world.” I said aloud. I picked up the stained blade and dug into my skin. The blood flowed quickly, more quickly then usually. I became dizzy, and then my sight was fading. I dug as deep as I have ever. I began to sink into a black pit, forgetting how to breathe sinking deeper in to the black abyss, light closing to a puddle. I heard the far off sound of door slamming open. Slamming to the ground as the muffling of an angel screams in terror. Watching the last sight of light close I sank deeper in the well, giving into sweet death…  

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