Held Captive
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Five; Carvings In My Skin
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Today just isn't my day. Right now, I'm hiding from everyone in a stall. In the boys bathroom. Boys because it was empty. Besides, Paige and her group we're planning on skipping the first two minutes of class on redesigning their faces. She would have left me alone. So, here I am, in the boy's bathroom. Awkward. I think about what has gone on. Mom goes on a rampage, Ashley gets overly jealous, and Spinner is on my case. I hide my face in my hands and I feel like screaming. I go into my book bag, which is beside the toilet. I open up my binder. Past the CD collection and the notebook section. In the back, I find my protractor. I stare at it. Then, I press it onto my arm. Nothing comes out. I press a little harder. I practically stab my arm and only a small stream comes out. This isn't enough. I press as hard as I can and I carve a VERY wide wound. It's bleeding so fast, so much. Much more than before. I feel dizzy all of a sudden and cold. I start to shake and the blood starts falling onto my clothes. My breaths seem shorter. I reach up with my other hand to get some paper but my arm feels weak and it falls back down. I feel sleepy. The room starts to fade into black and then I pass out.
A/N: Very short chap.
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Five; Carvings In My Skin
+ - + - +
Today just isn't my day. Right now, I'm hiding from everyone in a stall. In the boys bathroom. Boys because it was empty. Besides, Paige and her group we're planning on skipping the first two minutes of class on redesigning their faces. She would have left me alone. So, here I am, in the boy's bathroom. Awkward. I think about what has gone on. Mom goes on a rampage, Ashley gets overly jealous, and Spinner is on my case. I hide my face in my hands and I feel like screaming. I go into my book bag, which is beside the toilet. I open up my binder. Past the CD collection and the notebook section. In the back, I find my protractor. I stare at it. Then, I press it onto my arm. Nothing comes out. I press a little harder. I practically stab my arm and only a small stream comes out. This isn't enough. I press as hard as I can and I carve a VERY wide wound. It's bleeding so fast, so much. Much more than before. I feel dizzy all of a sudden and cold. I start to shake and the blood starts falling onto my clothes. My breaths seem shorter. I reach up with my other hand to get some paper but my arm feels weak and it falls back down. I feel sleepy. The room starts to fade into black and then I pass out.
A/N: Very short chap.