Chapter Four
"What are you doing?" Dan asks.
I quickly pull my hoodie sleeve down to hide my wrist, thankful that I was allowed to change back into my own clothes after the therapy.
"Nothing," I smile, calmly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" says Phil.
"I'm fine, I swear," I lie. "You get used to it."
"Well, we should probably go," says Dan.
"Yeah," Phil agrees, "but it was lovely to meet you. And again, we're really sorry about the other day."
"Please, don't be! It was great to finally meet you too," I say, as I open the door for them.
"Bye!" They both wave at me as they walk down the corridor.
I wave back, with a smile on my face that fades immediately after I shut the door.
I collapse onto my bed, face down and I groan. So that's that, my claim to fame, and I don't even have a picture to show for it. I really like Dan and Phil, but I'm sure I seemed like such an idiot. It's no wonder they left so quickly when I was talking about death like that. It creeps people out; I've learnt that from experience, and now, well, I've just screwed everything up again, haven't I?
I decide to go outside and take some pictures. That always calms me down. When I was younger I used to want to be some form of photographer. Maybe of wildlife, or even just artistically. The thought of someone paying for my pictures would just be amazing. But, well, there isn't exactly much point thinking about jobs now anyway, is there? But that's okay. Nothing's going to stop me taking pictures. Not even when I'm at the bitter end. If I'm still conscious, I'll still be pressing that shutter. That way, I've figured, there's still going to be a piece of me left behind. I piece that tells my story. And it's going to be piece that's truly mine. That's more than I can ever wish for, if this therapy doesn't work.
I sit outside. It's quite a nice day, albeit a little chilly. The autumnal colours make a lovely background to my pictures, but I can't really concentrate today. I'm feeling lonely now that Phil and Dan have left. I never really noticed it before, but their arrival has made me realise that I don't have a best friend, definitely not a friendship like theirs. I'm not very close to my family, apart from my cousins. I've never really fitted in anywhere.
As I go back inside, starting to shiver, that little voice in the back of my head is telling me that it's far too late to change.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I've had a ton of school stuff going on. Also, this is probably going to be the last/second last chapter for a while because NaNoWriMo! I don't know why I put myself through this each year, I really don't… Once again, thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this! Please tell me what you think or what you'd like to see more of. Thanks!