Breathe Me


I opened my curtains to another bright and repulsive day. Nothing felt right knowing how deeply Eli despised me. The fact that I would have to see him again today made me sick. New year, new me... right?

I pulled on my school uniform, I was a senior this year. Just one more year, Imo. My best friend Fiona had said.

I walked into school with my hair down and contacts in. Fiona had spent the night last night and given me "beauty tips".

Though I felt, kind of, hot; my balance was swiftly taken from me as I tumbled to the floor.

I looked up to see who the culprit was, only to find, of course, Owen Milligan. He was handsom, I'm guessing he was being so douchey because Anya had left for war. A rough hand was extended out to me. I grabbed it as Mark Fitzgerald helped me back to my feet. Why was he being so nice to me? We stood there for a moment in utter silence...

"Are you okay?" He speaks. Oh speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head.

"Perfect." I silently whispered, not being able to find my voice.

"G... Good."

"Imo! Are you okay? That was a nasty fall." I heard Fiona say. I looked down at our still holding hands, he let go. I'm not sure why but I felt as if something had left inside me. Crazy right?

"Yes... I'm fine." Not taking my eyes off of him, afraid he'd disappear if I did.

"I better get going. See you around."

"Yes you will." I said.

"What was that all about?" Fiona asked, whisking me away.

"I have no idea, Fiona Coyne."


I couldn't get her out of my mind. Her beautifully long brown hair that looked like silk, stunning brown eyes, that smile. I had to know her name.

She made me forget about home. I raised my sleeve up. Shocking right? The big bad bully known as Mark Fitzgerald or Fitz cuts himself. I didn't want to at first. I wanted to be strong, hoping it would all blow over and my mom would save me. But no, my life is not a happy tale. I traced the thin, bloody, fresh cuts going across my arm in a horizontal motion.

I replay how they got there in my mind.

"You shut your mouth! You're just as worthless as your mother!" He yelled. He lunged forward and hit me.

After ten minutes of the beating, I escaped to my room. I pulled out my knife, the same knife that I pulled on Eli Goldsworthy at Vegas Night. Then I began. I use to call it a psychotic form of art work, to help ease my mind about what I was doing. But, I think I'm just so addicted to it that I don't even notice anymore.

She returned to my mind. I know I just met her but damn, she was beautiful.

Her friend called her Imo. Maybe that was short for something like Imoline? Imotor? I don't know. I just can't wait to hear it.

What I believed to be the final bell rang and I walked out of the school.

I... I saw her. There she was, walking all by herself.

Before I knew what I was doing, I yelled: "Hey! Wait up!" and jogged to her.

"Oh, uhm, hi, Fitz right?" I nodded. "I'm Imogen. Listen thanks for helping me in the hall this morning."

"Imogen... I like it. It... suits you." I smiled, she did too. "Can I walk you home?"

"Oh, sure, that'd be great." She smiled, taking a drink from her water bottle.

"This is a very awkward walk, Mr. Fitz." She pointed out. I chuckled.

She suddenly stopped. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I don't... I don't know. You're just letting me, and I think you're beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the worl-" "Fitz! I've just met you. I must admit you are extremely handsom but please! Calm down!"

My heart fluttered. At least she thought I was attractive.

She sighed, "Would you like to come over hang out with me at my house?"

"Yes!"

"Welp, this is me. Or I guess us." She giggled. "This is you?" She nodded. I pointed to the house next to hers, "That's mine."

We walked inside of her house.