Alana's Pov
I sighed looking up at the clock as it read 6:30; my Mom had called to say she wasn't coming home tonight. My Dad was in California for business; my Dog was snoring in deep sleep in the computer room. I remember the last time I spoke to my parents and they didn't even say I love you. I had come home from school not too long ago; I was in detention for drawing on desks. Tomorrow will be especially hard because I'm starting advanced math, I don't even know HOW I got into there. I felt hot streams of water roll down my cheeks, my family barely talks to each other, and my sister was on drugs and being raped by her boyfriend. My own dog doesn't like me; she always tries to bite me. Sometimes my sister takes her anger out on me; she threatens to kill me and to hurt me. I blinked my eyes hard and my eyes traveled to the knives in the kitchen and I walked over to myself and picked up a large one. I cried out the sobs of pain as I glided the knife across my skin. I watched as blood dripped down my skin as I rushed to the sink to wash it away. The mark remanded there reminding me of the pain I go through.
"Secrets," I repeated told myself that night. I had made myself macaroni and cheese for dinner and served my dog her dinner before she ate me. I quickly finished up my homework and I headed to bed alone.
*Next Day; Advanced Math*
I kept my arms from showing all the cuts all day, so far it was worked. I sat next to a boy who was in my study hall last year. Every few minutes he would try to look at my arms and I would move over. I was almost out of my seat; I decided to go to the bathroom for the rest of the period so I could avoid him. I was almost in the bathroom when I felt someone yank me back.
"Why do you hide your arms from me?" He asked me holding my shoulders, I held my hands behind my back and winced in pain when I felt the scars brush up against my clothing.
"No reason, now just, leave me alone," I sighed trying to escape his grip, but he ripped my arms out and starred at my cuts.
"You-you cut yourself?" He asked softly I got my arms free and ran out the doors, but he followed, what a stalker.
"No, I fell off my bike while riding it," I lied running away to my house. I always had my keys with me and opened the door. My dog began to bark so I ran to my room; I got on the roof and began to cry.
"Lying gets you nowhere," The boy told me from my window, I decided not to turn around, but he made me when he was next to me.
"Why do you care? You don't even know me," I truthfully told him starring at his face; it was shocked from all the information I just got.
"Because I love you," He admitted to my face, I stopped crying at the moment and he hugged me, "just stop," He whispered into my ear, I nodded slowly.
*Month Later*
My parents divorced and my sister died from consuming drugs, today. The boy's name was John; he was my boyfriend and was currently holding me in his arms saying that it will be ok. John was the best thing to happen to me. When he held me, it felt like someone cared about me. After an hour he left, I smiled to myself. In the past month I had my first kiss. I was different, I wasn't just Alana, I was loving Alana. Now it is 7:00 P.M. at night and I sit on my roof watching the stars when my phone lite up with a picture. It was a picture of John making out with another girl. My heart shattered. I immediately texted him saying that we were done and goodbye…forever. I texted in my last facebook status; Goodbye my lover, goodbye my life. Goodbye world, because tonight I will be with Jesus in heaven, dead, joining my sister and grandmom. When I finished I jumped off my roof and blacked out. I woke up in John's bedroom; he hit his head on the backboard and realized to run to my house. I was following him when he saw me on the ground and caught my phone as it slid down my roof.
"Wow, this was photo shopped and now, she is dead," He cried into his hands and called 9-1-1. The ambulance arrived quickly to only tell him I was dead. I wanted to run to him and kiss him, but now because of my own mistake, I couldn't.