Broken Glass Inside My Head, chapter 1
Billie Joe quickly shut and locked the bathroom door behind him. He knew the house was empty, but he was still as anxious someone would find out, as he was the first time he had ever done this. He went over to the counter and pulled out the drawer. He shuffled through its contents clumsily until he found what he was looking for. There it was. The one thing that was always there for him when he needed it.
Billie Joe sat down on the white toilet seat and rolled up his left sleeve. He picked up the knife from where he had placed it on the bathroom counter and stopped, hovering above his left wrist.
He stared at his arm, which was already almost completely covered with thick, deep, purple cuts, and a tear slowly spilled from his eyeliner-smudged right eye to run down his pained face. He thought, "What if Mike and Tre ever found out about this? They would die if they knew what I do to myself." He bit his lip. "Maybe I really should stop. But it would be too hard. Impossible, really. And this hurts so much."
Billie Joe lowered the knife toward a black space in between two cuts on his wrist. He pressed the blade down into his soft, pale skin and breathed in sharply when it cut through. He watched the warm blood spill up from within him and flow down his arm. Billie Joe felt the sweet pain take over his mind and push the mental hurt away. It was such a relief to have the pain taken away.
He stood up and went over to the sink to wash his new injury. He stared off into space as he routinely washed, dried, disinfected, and bound his cut. "It's been getting hotter lately. Mike and Tre will be wondering why I'm wearing long sleeves all the time. Hiding this 'habit' of mine is going to be pretty hard... " he thought as he pulled his shirt sleeve back down.
He sighed. Then he unlocked the door and went downstairs to watch some TV. When he got downstairs, he glanced at the clock. "Eight o'clock already? Geez," he said aloud to himself. He went and sat down in the recliner chair in the living room and turned on the TV.
He flipped through the channels until he stopped on a channel playing cartoons. As much as he didn't like to admit it, Billie Joe liked watching cartoons. That was also something Billie Joe wanted to remain hidden from Mike and Tre. I mean, a grown man, watching cartoons? It was preposterous!
The world faded around him, as the lull of the cartoon characters' voices pulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Billie Joe sat down on the white toilet seat and rolled up his left sleeve. He picked up the knife from where he had placed it on the bathroom counter and stopped, hovering above his left wrist.
He stared at his arm, which was already almost completely covered with thick, deep, purple cuts, and a tear slowly spilled from his eyeliner-smudged right eye to run down his pained face. He thought, "What if Mike and Tre ever found out about this? They would die if they knew what I do to myself." He bit his lip. "Maybe I really should stop. But it would be too hard. Impossible, really. And this hurts so much."
Billie Joe lowered the knife toward a black space in between two cuts on his wrist. He pressed the blade down into his soft, pale skin and breathed in sharply when it cut through. He watched the warm blood spill up from within him and flow down his arm. Billie Joe felt the sweet pain take over his mind and push the mental hurt away. It was such a relief to have the pain taken away.
He stood up and went over to the sink to wash his new injury. He stared off into space as he routinely washed, dried, disinfected, and bound his cut. "It's been getting hotter lately. Mike and Tre will be wondering why I'm wearing long sleeves all the time. Hiding this 'habit' of mine is going to be pretty hard... " he thought as he pulled his shirt sleeve back down.
He sighed. Then he unlocked the door and went downstairs to watch some TV. When he got downstairs, he glanced at the clock. "Eight o'clock already? Geez," he said aloud to himself. He went and sat down in the recliner chair in the living room and turned on the TV.
He flipped through the channels until he stopped on a channel playing cartoons. As much as he didn't like to admit it, Billie Joe liked watching cartoons. That was also something Billie Joe wanted to remain hidden from Mike and Tre. I mean, a grown man, watching cartoons? It was preposterous!
The world faded around him, as the lull of the cartoon characters' voices pulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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