Well, this is my first time. Give me constructive criticism? This is just a quick story i made up, not really a plot i want to stay with, but yeah, help me out? ———————————————————— "Good morning, Alaska! Today . . ." I drown out the sound of the radio. My eyes still closed, but the thoughts in my mind ricocheting around. My eyelids droop open, my vision adjusting. I take a deep breath. I'm calm. I move my head to the side, blinking slowly. It's 10:28 in the morning. My heart hammers, but my limbs are numb. It's way past the time for 4th hour. I'm late. I sigh and groan. I look up at the ceiling. My fan whizzing in circles. My heart still hammers against my rib cage, my thoughts tear through my mind. A nervous energy electrifies my arms and legs. I still don't care. I sit up with a gentle grunt, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My stomach twists and shudders. I gag and my limbs launch into action. I gun forward to my bathroom, already kneeling by the toilet. I heave and retch. Nothing. I shudder and sit down, beads of sweat line my hairline. I drag my hand down my face, i can feel tears welling up in my already swollen eyes. I crawl back onto carpet, my arms and legs aching. I shudder again and this time everything comes out. I groan and bow my head. God damn it, i think, not again. I take a sharp breath of air and stumble up to my feet. I step around the disgusting puddle of stomach acid and dinner. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Gross. That's what i am. I'm gross. Anger bubbles up at the pit of my stomach, but so does sadness. I reach my rocking chair and lower myself down. Air shudders in and out of my lungs. I bury my face in my hands and let out a sob. My throat is already raw from all the screaming i did last night, but i welcome this pain. My heart feels clawed. I sniffle and sit back, i bring my arm up and rest it on my forehead. I can imagine the deep gashes on my wrists. In perfect straight lines, they run down my arm and side. I shake my head, mumbling to myself. I cough and get up, walking out of my room. I should be getting a call by now. School should be worried about me, but no, no call. I cough into my elbow and pause in front on the hallway mirror. My body. Thin, bony, and disgusting. My thighs, also full of scars, are just bones. I grit my teeth and keep walking. There he is, my one and only, Jacob. Jacob Hunter. My thoughts fade, my feelings disappear. I smile. He leans on the kitchen counter, shirtless, and with a cigarette between his lips. I hesitate and finally get the courage. I squeak out, "i sort of .. i sorta ruined the carpet again, Jay." I gulp. His eyes glance down at me. "Again," he asks, his deep and velvety smooth voice filling me with happiness. I can only nod, wringing my hands down by my waist. "Yeah," i say in a hushed voice. He kisses my cheek and says, "it's fine, i'll clean it up."