ok wow. I am really surprised how good this turned out. Please read and review.
The white tiled floor of Mission Creek High's bathroom shone red with the ruby blood dripping from Chase Davenport's wrists. The liquid flowed freely and unchecked. The boy himself had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, a serene look relaxed in his features. The small smile didn't match his current state. He was too peaceful and too calm for someone whose blood decorated the floor below him. Chase however was the calmest he could be.
The worries of the world were momentarily off his shoulders. He had lost himself in the tranquil oblivion of bleeding wrists. In this moment he did not have to lead a team who disrespected and ridiculed him. There were no laughs and taunts. Even the feelings of self-loathing and sadness had momentarily been pushed down.
These moments were never perfect though. In the back of his mind Chase always had to pay attention to the constant flow of blood. He would need to watch for when his peaceful silent mind changed to the numbing calmness of approaching unconsciousness. He did not want to die, even if he enjoyed the feeling of being so close. He merely wanted the world to fade for a short moment.
With a shaky breath Chase was forced to open his eyes to the florescent light that filled the room. Regretfully he pick up the long role of bandages that had been laid purposefully next to the sink. This white fabric marked his forced entrance into reality. It was what covered his writs, wrapping around his thin boney arms over and over again. It was the barrier between life and calm. No one would even notice the added bulk. An extra inch added to his body would only make him appear less of a skeleton. His baggy long sleeve shirt fell in waves engulfing his being so the shape of his body could not be determined by the human eye. The only noticeable difference between his starved bleeding self and the confident young man that had existed an eternity ago were his frail hands and deathly pale face.
Thinking these thoughts Chase accidently looked into the mirror, something he tried his best to avoid these days. The sight that met his eyes startled him on some level, a level buried deep beneath the pain and sadness.
His sunken eyes were a dull gray that matched his pasty completion. His cheeks had hollowed equally as much, leaving the appearance of his skin being stretched across his skull. The corpselike face that looked back at Chase could not have had a single ounce of fat on it. A voice deep in him, the one that used to urge him to seek help from his siblings, claim that they loved him as much as he loved them, now asked how no one could have noticed.
The eyes watching from the dirty reflective surface seemed to darken with an emotion even stronger than the desperation and self-loathing that already resided in the young man's soul. Never had a second long glance been spared his way. His health had been no priority. He had gone unnoticed to all, a silent shadow among his family and friends, only acknowledged when mocked or scorned. For the first time in many months tears ran down Chase's face. Resolution set in and Chase lost all doubt. He was unloved and uncared for, not needed or wanted.
The role of bandages fell from Chase's hand, bringing the crimson stained fabric that had been circling his wrists to the ground. The sound of plastic hitting tile sounded like a gong in Chase's numbing mind. His feet moved on their own, leading him unthinkingly from the safety of the bathroom. No eyes fell on him in the empty hallway, and the trail of blood went unnoticed.
The voice, crumbling within his dying hope asked one final question. Would anyone notice now?
What did you think? It took me an hour and a half when a story this length should have taken me half an hour. Please review and tell me if my work was worth it.