Silent Tears, chapter 14
I remove the blade and look at the cut, it's shallow, but there is sufficient blood... I learnt to make shallow cuts that heal quickly but bleed a lot by watching my mum cut my arms for me.
I walk quickly but quietly across the hallway to Billie Joe's bedroom, his arm is hanging out the duvet, wrist side up, just as I knew it would be.
I wipe my finger across my cut and wipe the blood on his wrist, making a diagonal line, I add to it, carefully dabbing and wiping. It's like a sick kind of painting. When the diagonal line looks sufficiently like a cut, I walk out again, being careful to leave the door as I found it.
***
*Next morning*
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I wake up and glance at the alarm clock, 10:00... I'm up early. I get up and pull my jeans and shirt on, but as my wrist comes out of my shirt, there's some blood on it... more than some, LOADS!
It looks like my wrist is bleeding freely, I immediately panic, what in fucks name am I supposed to do?!
I run into Skye's room, she's already dressed, and she's reading Vampirates, by Justin Somper. She looks up and waves, then goes back to reading. Her penknife is by her bed, with blood on the blade... I completely freak out and run to the phone and phone Tre.
He picks up but he sounds tired, I think I got him out of bed. "'Lo."
"Tre!" I almost yell. "Skye's a psycho... "
"Tell me something I don't know," he snaps.
*Normal P.O.V*
Upstairs Skye heard every word. She hung her head, the only person she'd thought had understood her, and he thought she was psycho as well, 'maybe... ' she thought to herself, 'Maybe you are, maybe that's why you've been rejected so many times, maybe your mum was right... maybe you should be dead... '
*downstairs*
"Skye knifed me Tre, she cut my wrist!"
"I'm coming over; don't let her do anything else," Tre hung up on Billie Joe, who was left standing there holding the phone and shaking with fear.
Billie Joe wandered out onto the porch to wait for Tre, and saw the last person he ever expected to see.
"Hannah? What in gods name are you doing here?" he asked, 100% confused.
"I'm supposed to be here. Aren't I?" she replied, "Odd setting this."
"That's because this is the wrong story... " he explained.
She shrugged. "Same place."
"No it's not, ghost girl is set in England, this is America."
"What story is it then smartass?"
"Silent tears."
Hannah swore violently. Skye wandered out of the house and gave Hannah a note saying; 'And stay out of my story, bitch.'
Hannah glared at Skye, and stormed down the road, bumping into Tre, who took one look at the angry ghost, screamed and ran in the opposite direction.
When Hannah got to the corner, she turned around and held up a sign saying; 'Well don't come crying to me when your story ends.' Hannah put down the sign and vanished.
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
I run into the house several days after I met Hannah in tears... He called me a freak, my own dad called me a freak, I heard his voice in my head and he told me he was disappointed in me, that I was a freak and I shouldn't still be alive.
I barge past a confused looking Billie Joe on the stairs, and reach my room. I close the door and lock it firmly, I grab my penknife and slash it across my arm, I feel the customary feeling of euphoria rush through me and I sigh in relief, it hurts so much... the pain I need, the pain I hate but love, the pain I gave myself when my mum died. I cut again and the adrenalin rushes through me, I've never felt so alive, but so dead before... I cut again and again, the blood staining the carpet, the tears running down my face, I've never needed to be punished this much before, what did I do?
I cut again, the pain ripping through me... I need this so much, at least my mum will understand, she'll be pleased with me, I'm driving my abnormality away... I have to; I have to obey my dad.
My fingers find the pressure point on my neck, this way it'll be quick and painless, then I can see my mum again, then I won't have to hurt myself anymore...
I push down, and after a few moments my head starts to spin, I feel sick and dizzy, I fall down onto the floor, my fingers still on my neck. There's a strange roaring, it sounds like the sea, in the back of my head, it's so loud I can barely hear Billie Joe hammering on my door, telling me to 'open up, what's wrong?' I take a final breath of oxygen, let it out and I slump back so I'm lying in a pool of my own blood.
It's better for Billie Joe to find me like this, he didn't know me, he won't have cared much... I'll miss him, but I won't, I won't be able to where I'm going...
I feel my body stop fighting to stay alive and everything goes black...
I walk quickly but quietly across the hallway to Billie Joe's bedroom, his arm is hanging out the duvet, wrist side up, just as I knew it would be.
I wipe my finger across my cut and wipe the blood on his wrist, making a diagonal line, I add to it, carefully dabbing and wiping. It's like a sick kind of painting. When the diagonal line looks sufficiently like a cut, I walk out again, being careful to leave the door as I found it.
***
*Next morning*
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I wake up and glance at the alarm clock, 10:00... I'm up early. I get up and pull my jeans and shirt on, but as my wrist comes out of my shirt, there's some blood on it... more than some, LOADS!
It looks like my wrist is bleeding freely, I immediately panic, what in fucks name am I supposed to do?!
I run into Skye's room, she's already dressed, and she's reading Vampirates, by Justin Somper. She looks up and waves, then goes back to reading. Her penknife is by her bed, with blood on the blade... I completely freak out and run to the phone and phone Tre.
He picks up but he sounds tired, I think I got him out of bed. "'Lo."
"Tre!" I almost yell. "Skye's a psycho... "
"Tell me something I don't know," he snaps.
*Normal P.O.V*
Upstairs Skye heard every word. She hung her head, the only person she'd thought had understood her, and he thought she was psycho as well, 'maybe... ' she thought to herself, 'Maybe you are, maybe that's why you've been rejected so many times, maybe your mum was right... maybe you should be dead... '
*downstairs*
"Skye knifed me Tre, she cut my wrist!"
"I'm coming over; don't let her do anything else," Tre hung up on Billie Joe, who was left standing there holding the phone and shaking with fear.
Billie Joe wandered out onto the porch to wait for Tre, and saw the last person he ever expected to see.
"Hannah? What in gods name are you doing here?" he asked, 100% confused.
"I'm supposed to be here. Aren't I?" she replied, "Odd setting this."
"That's because this is the wrong story... " he explained.
She shrugged. "Same place."
"No it's not, ghost girl is set in England, this is America."
"What story is it then smartass?"
"Silent tears."
Hannah swore violently. Skye wandered out of the house and gave Hannah a note saying; 'And stay out of my story, bitch.'
Hannah glared at Skye, and stormed down the road, bumping into Tre, who took one look at the angry ghost, screamed and ran in the opposite direction.
When Hannah got to the corner, she turned around and held up a sign saying; 'Well don't come crying to me when your story ends.' Hannah put down the sign and vanished.
***
*Skye's P.O.V*
I run into the house several days after I met Hannah in tears... He called me a freak, my own dad called me a freak, I heard his voice in my head and he told me he was disappointed in me, that I was a freak and I shouldn't still be alive.
I barge past a confused looking Billie Joe on the stairs, and reach my room. I close the door and lock it firmly, I grab my penknife and slash it across my arm, I feel the customary feeling of euphoria rush through me and I sigh in relief, it hurts so much... the pain I need, the pain I hate but love, the pain I gave myself when my mum died. I cut again and the adrenalin rushes through me, I've never felt so alive, but so dead before... I cut again and again, the blood staining the carpet, the tears running down my face, I've never needed to be punished this much before, what did I do?
I cut again, the pain ripping through me... I need this so much, at least my mum will understand, she'll be pleased with me, I'm driving my abnormality away... I have to; I have to obey my dad.
My fingers find the pressure point on my neck, this way it'll be quick and painless, then I can see my mum again, then I won't have to hurt myself anymore...
I push down, and after a few moments my head starts to spin, I feel sick and dizzy, I fall down onto the floor, my fingers still on my neck. There's a strange roaring, it sounds like the sea, in the back of my head, it's so loud I can barely hear Billie Joe hammering on my door, telling me to 'open up, what's wrong?' I take a final breath of oxygen, let it out and I slump back so I'm lying in a pool of my own blood.
It's better for Billie Joe to find me like this, he didn't know me, he won't have cared much... I'll miss him, but I won't, I won't be able to where I'm going...
I feel my body stop fighting to stay alive and everything goes black...
