Bullet, chapter 1
Sitting with her legs curled under her, her head is down. Her eyes looking to the ground. Staring deeply into space. A tear rolls down her cheek. She starts to pant, tears after tears rolling down her soft pale cheeks. She still stares toward the floor. Her deep, dark eyeliner now running, running down those cheeks. She breathes heavier and starts sniffling as the tears continue to come. She keeps whispering to herself. It sounds like she keeps saying why. For an eternity as it seems to her, this keeps going on.
Her breathe tends to slow for a bit, but she stills stares to the floor. Soon she hears her phone ring, and Crazy Train by Ozzy fills the quiet room. She looks to her phone, at the caller id. It's yet again, him, George. God, how many times has he called today? She hadn't answered once. He had called a lot over the last few days. Every since it had happened. People had called, but she hadn't answered once, to any one.
She hadn't gone to school either. To her, it didn't matter anyway. She had run away from home when she turned 16, about one year ago. She didn't mind being on her own. As a matter of fact she loved it. To her it meant freedom. And that was all she wanted all along. To be free.
She turns to the wall. She curls up, deep in thought. Ever since it happened, she had felt the need to isolate herself from the world. She had tried many times to figure out why, but she can not. She thinks of the world is a cruel and painful place.
As she looks to the wall, she sees a picture. A picture of someone who she loves oh so deeply. Her. All the thoughts from that day came rushing back into her head.
It had already been bad enough, on that long day. How could she have expected something, so horrible, so gruesome, so absolutely heart breaking to happen? George was going to come over, as usual, to hang out. And lately, cheer her up.
"Crissy, I'm home!" he shouted, stretching the "y" on Crissy and the "e" on home, as he swung open the wooden front door.
"Oh shut up," she did in a purring voice, which was ever so lax.
"Never!" he screamed and ran up to hug her. Which, he did end up doing. She pushed him off of her.
"So. You feeling any better today Cris?"
"Eh, so-so."
"Oh Crissy Wissy, when will you ever learn? I HAVE COME TO GET YOU!" He laughed as he slung her over his shoulder, her screaming at him to put her down, but he threw her on the couch.
"God George, ONE never do that EVER again. And TWO you know I hate it when you call me that!"
"Ha ha, but oh how you love me"
"Uh huh sure I do" To this he replied with a look of shock, which he was trying much to hard to do, so he ended up just looking stupid.
They sat for a while in silence. Then, as always, George broke the silence. "So who's that new guy?"
"Who?"
"Oh you know." He winked.
"Shut up, so what if I am seeing someone? Hmm?"
"Is it Austin?" Stretching out that "n" so long and horribly.
"MAYBE!"
"Ha ha, I knew it!"
"Meh, so?"
The house phone started to ring. She went over to pick it up. Sticking her tounge out at him before doing so.
It was a woman on the other end of the phone. What that woman told her, made her mood suddenly drop so low, it is as if that alone made her legs collapse. George came over, trying to help her. She pushed him away and listened intensely to the rest of what the woman had to say. When she had heard all of the details of what happened, it felt as if all those painful words had been put into a tiny bullet, and had been shot, by the hands of the world, right in her heart with that tiny bullet. She hung up the phone. She didn't know when she had started to cry, or how long, or even when George put his arms around her to hold her. After a while, she whispered to him "She killed herself. George, she killed herself." He knew exactly who she was talking about. He didn't say a word, he just stayed there. Holding her.
Her mind came back to the real world of the present. She remembers the exact words of the woman. The exact details of her friend's death.
"Sasha, was found two days ago.." The woman paused, "dead. Cristina, she had commited suicide. Her wrists were sliced very deep, and she had been in the bathtub with the water overflowing."
She imagined the look of Sasha yet again. The water of the bathtub stained red with the blood that had poured out of her teenage wrist. Some blood still trickling out of that wrist maker the blood-stained water even darker. The skin of her wrist sliced open with a small sharp razor, and she had done this to herself. And her, Cris, blames herself, she knew Sasha had been thinking of it. She had been thinking of it for a while actually. She thought she had helped Sasha, but now she did this, and now she isn't quite sure why Sasha did do this to herself. Now, she knows she needs to find out.
Her breathe tends to slow for a bit, but she stills stares to the floor. Soon she hears her phone ring, and Crazy Train by Ozzy fills the quiet room. She looks to her phone, at the caller id. It's yet again, him, George. God, how many times has he called today? She hadn't answered once. He had called a lot over the last few days. Every since it had happened. People had called, but she hadn't answered once, to any one.
She hadn't gone to school either. To her, it didn't matter anyway. She had run away from home when she turned 16, about one year ago. She didn't mind being on her own. As a matter of fact she loved it. To her it meant freedom. And that was all she wanted all along. To be free.
She turns to the wall. She curls up, deep in thought. Ever since it happened, she had felt the need to isolate herself from the world. She had tried many times to figure out why, but she can not. She thinks of the world is a cruel and painful place.
As she looks to the wall, she sees a picture. A picture of someone who she loves oh so deeply. Her. All the thoughts from that day came rushing back into her head.
It had already been bad enough, on that long day. How could she have expected something, so horrible, so gruesome, so absolutely heart breaking to happen? George was going to come over, as usual, to hang out. And lately, cheer her up.
"Crissy, I'm home!" he shouted, stretching the "y" on Crissy and the "e" on home, as he swung open the wooden front door.
"Oh shut up," she did in a purring voice, which was ever so lax.
"Never!" he screamed and ran up to hug her. Which, he did end up doing. She pushed him off of her.
"So. You feeling any better today Cris?"
"Eh, so-so."
"Oh Crissy Wissy, when will you ever learn? I HAVE COME TO GET YOU!" He laughed as he slung her over his shoulder, her screaming at him to put her down, but he threw her on the couch.
"God George, ONE never do that EVER again. And TWO you know I hate it when you call me that!"
"Ha ha, but oh how you love me"
"Uh huh sure I do" To this he replied with a look of shock, which he was trying much to hard to do, so he ended up just looking stupid.
They sat for a while in silence. Then, as always, George broke the silence. "So who's that new guy?"
"Who?"
"Oh you know." He winked.
"Shut up, so what if I am seeing someone? Hmm?"
"Is it Austin?" Stretching out that "n" so long and horribly.
"MAYBE!"
"Ha ha, I knew it!"
"Meh, so?"
The house phone started to ring. She went over to pick it up. Sticking her tounge out at him before doing so.
It was a woman on the other end of the phone. What that woman told her, made her mood suddenly drop so low, it is as if that alone made her legs collapse. George came over, trying to help her. She pushed him away and listened intensely to the rest of what the woman had to say. When she had heard all of the details of what happened, it felt as if all those painful words had been put into a tiny bullet, and had been shot, by the hands of the world, right in her heart with that tiny bullet. She hung up the phone. She didn't know when she had started to cry, or how long, or even when George put his arms around her to hold her. After a while, she whispered to him "She killed herself. George, she killed herself." He knew exactly who she was talking about. He didn't say a word, he just stayed there. Holding her.
Her mind came back to the real world of the present. She remembers the exact words of the woman. The exact details of her friend's death.
"Sasha, was found two days ago.." The woman paused, "dead. Cristina, she had commited suicide. Her wrists were sliced very deep, and she had been in the bathtub with the water overflowing."
She imagined the look of Sasha yet again. The water of the bathtub stained red with the blood that had poured out of her teenage wrist. Some blood still trickling out of that wrist maker the blood-stained water even darker. The skin of her wrist sliced open with a small sharp razor, and she had done this to herself. And her, Cris, blames herself, she knew Sasha had been thinking of it. She had been thinking of it for a while actually. She thought she had helped Sasha, but now she did this, and now she isn't quite sure why Sasha did do this to herself. Now, she knows she needs to find out.
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