Left Unspoken

by 0verloved

Hi! I wrote this story about the teens world and how Krystal lives her life through depression in middle school. She is in 8th grade, has an internet boyfriend, she self harms and lives her life through posting quotes on the internet. I hope this story inspires the teens that they can stay strong like Krystal Levine does. I'll post chapters weekly ! stay strong, xoxo

It was 8:17 a.m. Krystal woke up to the purr of her cat, she was late for school. Damn it, she thought. It was Monday and she had to get to school at 7:30. She missed her 1st period. 'Aww crap,' she said under her breath as she walked through a pile of bloody tissues on her bedroom floor. She put on one of her old band t-shirts and a pair of black sweats. Yesterday, Krystal probably dozed off of her sleeping pills when she finished cutting her thighs. She threw her laptop on her bed and trashed the tissues underneath her bed. She scurried to grab her backpack and phone and ran out of the house. She texted her internet best friend, Max as she skateboarded towards her school.

Krystal or everyone who knew her called her Kris, shoved her textbooks into her locker and walked to her math class. Kris got a tardy slip from her homeroom teacher and she was totally screwed up now. 'Shit! 10 tardy slips and 5 detentions! I'm totally grounded!' she told her friend, Chanel at the lunch table. 'Who really gives a damn, Kris?! It's okay, I'm pretty sure your mom won't even notice!' Chanel knew that Krystal's mom was an affected alcoholic. Andrea Grien walked up to their table and said, 'Ha! What are you? Oversized trash bags are not my problems and I don't freaking get why are you people are always roaming around the hallways in your…what is it called? Oh yeah, punk ghost costumes!' Kris shouted, 'Why do you even care? We, oversized trash bags can wear anything we want!'

'Wake up punk! It's not even Halloween and I think my fans wouldn't appreciate shit bags like you getting in my way!' Kris ran out towards the lunch room and went straight to the place she would always hide in, the janitor's closet. She was crying and felt like shit. She took out her blade and started cutting deeply into her thighs. No one even care, basically the whole world hates me, she thought. Every drop of blood that smeared the floor seems like a living hell. Kris cried and she hugged her legs, every day was hell. Her life was screwed up since the day she was born. Her parents got divorced when she was three and her mom became an alcoholic. She hid her scars and secrets from her best friends, never did she want them to find out about her depression. Wiping her tears and blood, she got up and exited the closet.