No Reason to Go On
Prologue: Just this once.
The door slammed loudly behind him, making the two girls jump in surprise.
"Hey Geek face!" Monica Geller greeted her 17-year-old brother from her spot on the couch where her best friend, Rachel Green was busy painting her nails for her.
"Mmm," Ross muttered, barely glancing in the girl's direction.
"Hi, Ross," Rachel usually got Ross's attention, but not today. He did glance her way for a second, but nothing more.
"How'd it go with Caitlin?" Monica asked, waving her freshly painted hand in the air to make the blue polish dry faster.
"Bad." This was the first time Ross had really spoken since he'd entered.
"Oh?" Monica grinned. "How bad?"
"She broke up with me."
Monica was positively beaming now. "Oh, too bad!"
Ross sighed, but did nothing else except walk upstairs and away from his sisters teasing.
Ross sighed again, but in annoyance this time as he walked into the bathroom that he was forced to share with Monica. It was a mess, makeup cluttering the counters, along with candy bar and other assorted junk food rappers of all kinds.
Ross opened the medicine cabinet, which he'd designated his. He reached inside, and pulled out one of the few objects inside. The small pocketknife had been a present for his 16th birthday, and Ross had found no use for it, until now.
His life was all becoming to much. It was his senior year of high school, and he was probably the only guy who wasn't being fawned over by the lower- class girls. Caitlin, his now Ex-girlfriend had been a junior along with his sister. She'd moved to New York from Arizona over the summer, and her and Ross had really hit it off.
But once the school year had begun, Caitlin had been growing more and more distant from Ross. The night before, he'd found her out with Nick Parker, a surly football player. Ross hadn't been angry with Caitlin, just upset. He'd never kept a steady Girlfriend, and at this rate, Ross doubted he ever would.
After school that day, Caitlin had confronted Ross. They'd broken up in front of the entire track team, which Ross had joined at the start of the school year. He'd been wanting to impress Caitlin, but not only her. A certain blond who was currently sitting in his living room watched the track team everyday. It practiced at the same time as the cheerleading squad, which Rachel was a part of, did, but track went longer. Lately, Ross had actually got to talk to Rachel a little bit, but she hadn't watched today. Ross was thankful for this, at least she hadn't seen him be humiliated.
This didn't take Ross's mind off the knife in his hand, however. Placing his left arm on the counter, he slowly lowered the blade to his soft flesh. He paused for a moment, shivering slightly as the cold metal touched his skin. But he soon got over this, and slid the sharp object over his skin. The pain seemed almost relieving to him, and he quickly moved his arm over the sink to let the blood trickle into it.
After making three uneven slashes, he switched arms, repeating the process. After this was done, he removed any evidence of it ever happening, and went to his room to put on a sweatshirt to hide the cuts that he himself had inflicted. This was a one time thing, after all, there was no reason for anyone to find out, was there?
Ross had thought so at the time.
[A/N
Okay, this is just the prologue, so that's why it's so short. It'll eventually be R&R. they've always been my favorite (
Well, thanks for reading! Your comments or suggestions would be great!
Thanks again!
L_angel]
Prologue: Just this once.
The door slammed loudly behind him, making the two girls jump in surprise.
"Hey Geek face!" Monica Geller greeted her 17-year-old brother from her spot on the couch where her best friend, Rachel Green was busy painting her nails for her.
"Mmm," Ross muttered, barely glancing in the girl's direction.
"Hi, Ross," Rachel usually got Ross's attention, but not today. He did glance her way for a second, but nothing more.
"How'd it go with Caitlin?" Monica asked, waving her freshly painted hand in the air to make the blue polish dry faster.
"Bad." This was the first time Ross had really spoken since he'd entered.
"Oh?" Monica grinned. "How bad?"
"She broke up with me."
Monica was positively beaming now. "Oh, too bad!"
Ross sighed, but did nothing else except walk upstairs and away from his sisters teasing.
Ross sighed again, but in annoyance this time as he walked into the bathroom that he was forced to share with Monica. It was a mess, makeup cluttering the counters, along with candy bar and other assorted junk food rappers of all kinds.
Ross opened the medicine cabinet, which he'd designated his. He reached inside, and pulled out one of the few objects inside. The small pocketknife had been a present for his 16th birthday, and Ross had found no use for it, until now.
His life was all becoming to much. It was his senior year of high school, and he was probably the only guy who wasn't being fawned over by the lower- class girls. Caitlin, his now Ex-girlfriend had been a junior along with his sister. She'd moved to New York from Arizona over the summer, and her and Ross had really hit it off.
But once the school year had begun, Caitlin had been growing more and more distant from Ross. The night before, he'd found her out with Nick Parker, a surly football player. Ross hadn't been angry with Caitlin, just upset. He'd never kept a steady Girlfriend, and at this rate, Ross doubted he ever would.
After school that day, Caitlin had confronted Ross. They'd broken up in front of the entire track team, which Ross had joined at the start of the school year. He'd been wanting to impress Caitlin, but not only her. A certain blond who was currently sitting in his living room watched the track team everyday. It practiced at the same time as the cheerleading squad, which Rachel was a part of, did, but track went longer. Lately, Ross had actually got to talk to Rachel a little bit, but she hadn't watched today. Ross was thankful for this, at least she hadn't seen him be humiliated.
This didn't take Ross's mind off the knife in his hand, however. Placing his left arm on the counter, he slowly lowered the blade to his soft flesh. He paused for a moment, shivering slightly as the cold metal touched his skin. But he soon got over this, and slid the sharp object over his skin. The pain seemed almost relieving to him, and he quickly moved his arm over the sink to let the blood trickle into it.
After making three uneven slashes, he switched arms, repeating the process. After this was done, he removed any evidence of it ever happening, and went to his room to put on a sweatshirt to hide the cuts that he himself had inflicted. This was a one time thing, after all, there was no reason for anyone to find out, was there?
Ross had thought so at the time.
[A/N
Okay, this is just the prologue, so that's why it's so short. It'll eventually be R&R. they've always been my favorite (
Well, thanks for reading! Your comments or suggestions would be great!
Thanks again!
L_angel]