Am I Jinxed? Or Am I Just Stoned?, chapter 5
I sighed. With Tré gone, there was really no reason for me to leave my room. AJ's tried to pull me out, but as you can see, has failed. She's so happy. She has a guy who cares about her, and she cares about him too, with no problems. Why can't I be happy?
I pulled my comforter up and over my head. I had skipped school for the past week, trying to avoid everyone as much as possible. My foster mom thought I had strep throat.
"Manny Jack, get your ass out of bed right now!" shouted AJ. AJ grabbed me by my ankles and pulled.
"Fine Amy Joe, you win, just this once. I'll go to fucking school."
I dragged myself to our closet and pulled out a long-sleeved black shirt, tight black jeans, all black converse, and a black hat.
"Someone's feeling a bit goth today," Said AJ.
"Fuck off."
"Whoa, no need to get defensive."
***
"Please MJ."
"No."
"But..."
"No. I said no. And that's final." I walked off leaving Tré by himself.
I looked ahead and saw that no one was guarding the hole in the fence. I looked around and made sure no one was watching, and ran back home.
I slammed the door to my room and walked towards the secret cabinet in the wall. I opened it and pulled out a box. Opening the box I found the boxed of band-aids, gauze, knives, pins, and disinfectant. I rolled up the sleeve to my shirt and rubbed some disinfectant on my wrist. I cleaned a pin, and brought it to my wrist, applying pressure at an angle. Once it cut through the skin and blood started to show, I brought the pin to the side, pulling it at an angle so it cut the skin.
I poured disinfectant on the pin and my skin, and wrapped gauze around it. It had been hard not cutting for the past few years, but now with all the stress, I had too.
I put everything back in the box, and put the box away, knowing I would get it back out soon enough.
I stepped towards my bed and leaned back. My head hit the bed first. Then my back. I hugged my pillow, feeling absolutely carefree. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I pulled my comforter up and over my head. I had skipped school for the past week, trying to avoid everyone as much as possible. My foster mom thought I had strep throat.
"Manny Jack, get your ass out of bed right now!" shouted AJ. AJ grabbed me by my ankles and pulled.
"Fine Amy Joe, you win, just this once. I'll go to fucking school."
I dragged myself to our closet and pulled out a long-sleeved black shirt, tight black jeans, all black converse, and a black hat.
"Someone's feeling a bit goth today," Said AJ.
"Fuck off."
"Whoa, no need to get defensive."
***
"Please MJ."
"No."
"But..."
"No. I said no. And that's final." I walked off leaving Tré by himself.
I looked ahead and saw that no one was guarding the hole in the fence. I looked around and made sure no one was watching, and ran back home.
I slammed the door to my room and walked towards the secret cabinet in the wall. I opened it and pulled out a box. Opening the box I found the boxed of band-aids, gauze, knives, pins, and disinfectant. I rolled up the sleeve to my shirt and rubbed some disinfectant on my wrist. I cleaned a pin, and brought it to my wrist, applying pressure at an angle. Once it cut through the skin and blood started to show, I brought the pin to the side, pulling it at an angle so it cut the skin.
I poured disinfectant on the pin and my skin, and wrapped gauze around it. It had been hard not cutting for the past few years, but now with all the stress, I had too.
I put everything back in the box, and put the box away, knowing I would get it back out soon enough.
I stepped towards my bed and leaned back. My head hit the bed first. Then my back. I hugged my pillow, feeling absolutely carefree. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
