I'm Not Here Prologue I'm tweaking. I'm only tweaking. The lonely, sad, confused girl sits in her bed, her knees pulled to her chest. Her cheeks stained with a mixture of mascara and charcoal eye liner. She grips the empty needle she used to shoot up the drug that now ruled her life in her left hand. Her right arm lay beside to her, in a position that exposed her scarred, wounded wrist. She was safe now, in this other world. A world only she knew, and one only she existed in. It was the farthest she could get away, besides totally ending her life. But she couldn't do that, she promised James she'd be ok. She promised that she'd try for him. She's trying. The drug induced girl murmurs to herself, "I'm trying". She could begin to feel herself drift into euphoria. She was happy now. This is what she wanted. She was happy, finally happy. This was all she cared about. Even if it only lasted a couple hours.. * * * That's the prologue, which may explain how short it is. I know it kinda sucks, but It was written hurriedly, and I just kinda like barfed onto my iPod what I felt for a story. Um, yeah, if you want me to continue I can.
Chapter 1 Margie awakens to the sound of birds chirping her name. The sun poured into her cluttered room, radiating the small space. A grunt escapes from her mouth, and she sits up, and wipes the sleep out of her eyes. "Monday" She could feel her eyes begin to water. She closes them, tears begin to rush down her icy cheeks. "I'm not here" She reminds herself. Marg reaches for her bottom drawer on her night stand, and pulls out a small packet of Advil. "Just a small craving", she usually tells herself. "Advil can't hurt me, besides, I can stop whenever I want" She rips open the packet, and places the pill on her tongue, swallowing it dry. "Margie hey, Marg!" A familiar voice, I could easily recognize anywhere calls out from behind me. James. "Hi" I manage, not even bothering to look back. Everything about school brings my mood down. The atmosphere in general, the smell, the decor, the people.. "How are you?" He runs up to my side. He looks more and more handsome each day. I could feel my palms growing moist, and my cheeks go hot. The only boy who's ever been able to effect me this way. "Tell me, what do you think?" I look into his stunning eyes. I could see them drift duller, and his facial expression change into a stern one. "Are you still hurting yourself?" He asks, lowering his tone. I don't answer. "Wow, ok" His words are barely audible, and he walks away, leaving my side. Once again, I am lonely in these halls. Once again, I am prone to all types of name calling, and disregard. I'm no longer safe.
Ahhhhh! I forget to proofread! Don't read that!! Chapter 1 Margie awakens to the sound of birds chirping her name. The sun poured into her cluttered room through the windows, radiating the small space. A grunt escapes from her mouth, and she sits up, and wipes the sleep out of her eyes. "Monday" She could feel her eyes start to water. She closes them, tears begin to rush down her icy cheeks. "I'm not here" She reminds herself. Marg reaches for her bottom drawer on her night stand, and pulls out a small packet of Advil. "Just a small craving", she usually tells herself. "Advil can't hurt me, besides, I can stop whenever I want" She rips open the packet, and places the pill on her tongue, swallowing it dry. "Margie hey, Marg!" A familiar voice, I could easily recognize anywhere calls out from behind me. James. "Hi" I manage, not even bothering to look back. Everything about school brings my mood down. The atmosphere in general, the smell, the decor, the people.. "How are you?" He runs up to my side. He looks more and more handsome each day. I could feel my palms growing moist, and my cheeks go hot. The only boy who's ever been able to effect me this way. "Tell me, what do you think?" I look into his stunning eyes. I could see them drift duller, and his facial expression change into a stern one. "Are you still hurting yourself?" He asks, lowering his tone. I don't answer. "Wow, ok" His words are barely audible, and he walks away, leaving my side. Once again, I am lonely in these halls. Once again, I am prone to all types of name calling, and disregard. I'm no longer safe.
Chapter 2 "Ring, ring, ring!" The 5th period bell sounds, signaling all students and authority figures to move on onto their next class. Or in my case, lunch. I despised lunch, I was confined to that dreaded cafeteria. Of course, I sat alone, or occasionally James would stop by attempting to cheer me up with his silly banter. But that was rare now. I'm hurting him. By hurting myself, I'm hurting him. I cannot help it, it's the only way I can go on. It keeps me alive, yet with each cut I feel as if I'm drifting away. The feel of the blood oozing from my fragile wrist was one unexplainable, yet alone painful. But I craved it, I needed it, thinking about it made my mouth water. I'm sick. Yes, I know. But until that blade pierces your skin. Until you see those red lines, after lines appear after experiencing all the shit that I've been through, this feeling will remain foreign to you. I slowly slipped into the hell called the cafeteria. I could feel eyes land on me, even as I stared down at my black Doc Martins. Instantly, a chorus of whispers broke out. Some I could easily make out; "What's she like? Emo or something? Look at how she dresses, she's dying for attention" "Her hair is purple. What a wannabe. Doesn't she know that only looks good on pretty people?" "I bet she posts explicit pictures all on Tumblr, like that Acacia girl. Too bad she's ugly, or I'd show her how much of a slut she really could be." "Please stop" I murmured to myself. "Please make it stop" I took my seat, immediately putting my head down. Routine. I was hoping he'd [James] stop by, but I doubted it. I just needed a friend, one. How could he be so vile? What sickened me was that he could change this all. James was like prince of the school. Popular, likable, attractive type. But what drew me in was how for some reason, he'd rather talk to me. It was odd, and confusing but I didn't question it. Because when people saw me with him, it was like I was untouchable. I was secure with him, and I was happy. Happier than I could ever be, so happy I'd forget that I was unhappy. It's almost like he's my cure. I've updated like 2 times today. Oh well, they're short, so I can Anyway, tell me what you think! I'd love a bit of feedback
Awand NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO why did he leave her omg ^the no's were autocorrect btw I'm not that weird