Chapter 1 of: Knife Called Lust
"...we all got friends but we stand alone..."
"I'm so glad he's going out with her," Chase says, "Now he won't have time to bug me about how bushy my hair is."
I stab my fork into a piece of lettuce in frustration. Logan.
Why is his name, his looks, everything about him, always on my every thought?
Right now, we're all at lunch. All as in, Zoey, Nicole, Chase, Michael and I. Logan doesn't sit with us anymore. He sits with his new girlfriend. And that's exactly who Chase is talking about. They are happy that he's not here, but I don't feel the same.
"Well, it is pretty bushy." Michael adds with a laugh.
Chase sends him a death glare from across the table, "Not helping."
"Sorry."
"So, what are we doing tonight," Zoey asks, after a few minutes of silence.
"I know! I know! Let me say something!" Nicole shrieks, twirling a strand of her dark brown hair.
"Okay, what's your idea?"
"We should go down to the Lounge and play Confess or Stress!"
Zoey sighs, "Nicole, we do that every night."
"Oh, yeah."
I roll my eyes at her. Idiot.
"What do you think we should do, Dana?" Michael asks me.
My heart is pumping. I don't want to do anything with them. I just want to be left alone.
After what that asshole Logan did to me, I don't think I can trust anyone right now.
Ughh. I doubt if that even makes any sense. "I can't. I'm busy."
They all look at me with confused eyes.
Zoey is the first one to speak, "What?"
"She said she was busy, duh! Zoey, I'm not even that stupid", Nicole says with a smile, but as quick as it began it starts to fade, "Wait- What?"
I stand up and pick up my tray. My grip on it is strong. My knuckles are turning pale.
"Your so dense, Nicole. I said I'm busy as in I can't hang out with you guys. Not that I'd want to."The words spill from my mouth before I even realize what I'm saying.
Zoey stands up, her brows scrunch up in anger, "Why do you have to be such a jerk, Dana? What did we do to you?"
"Why do YOU always have to be the hero? You know, Life isn't always as perfect as you make it seem!" I yell.
I'm steaming now. If this table wasn't in between Zoey and I, she would be in an ambulance right now, heading to the Hospital after getting a concussion from yours truly.
"Who said anything about Life being hard? You're the one who has an attitude problem."
"Fuck off."
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The words sting my tongue. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. The pain I've been feeling this week is out in the open and all over my arms.
I press my index finger against the new line that has made its way onto my wrist from just a few seconds ago, thanks to the wonderful creation of scissors.
My finger follows the line now indented into my skin.
I sigh and lift my finger up, blood drips from the tip. I grab the scrunched up tissue next to my foot and wipe off my finger.
It's been more frequent lately. I used to just cut once in a while when I was stressed from School, but now it's like a daily routine. The Scissors are my best friend, in a sense. It's always there for me when I'm upset and helps me become happy with myself after. Once the scissors dig into my flesh, I'm okay again. Everything seems okay, again...
Hope you liked this Chappy! Sorry if it seems to graphic, but that's just the way the story is.
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