Disclaimer: I own a computer. I own a backpack. I own 4 highlighters. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. Wait. I don't even own the computer. I'm a fifteen year old girl who aspires to become a psychiatrist but meanwhile I'm content with writing fanfiction. So. Amy Sherman-Palladino owns Gilmore Girls. Not me. I own various characters that you don't recognize.
Chapter One:
Luke had been letting her sleep in and Rory felt bad for that.
The least she could do would be to help downstairs in the Diner.
He felt bad. He shouldn't. He was letting her stay here. Her mom would have wanted her to help him. Rory closed her eyes again and chewed on her sleeve.
Lorelai.
Her best friend in the whole world was gone.
Dead.
Nobody had ever thought that word would describe Lorelai Victoria Gilmore. Everybody, including Rory, had thought she'd be around forever, she was too stubborn to die. She'd always be there for Friday Night Dinners, making jokes that her parents struggled to understand.
But she's gone.
She's been gone for two months.
There're only a couple of days before school starts.
She has to go back to Chilton. Where nobody knows.
Maybe I just won't tell them... Rory thought, rolling over from her position on the mattress that they had brought over from the Crap Shack. It was still on the floor.
Rory got up off the mattress and made her way into the small bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She looked tired. Her eyes were bloodshot and her blue eyes looked darker than they had been at the beginning of the summer when the only thoughts on her mind were the summer reading list and movie nights.
That changed.
Not being able to look at herself anymore, Rory slipped out of her orange pajama pants and her white tank top and got into the shower, turning the water on hot and standing under the flow.
She turned her wrist over and looked at the pale skin with the single red scar going down the artery. She doesn't even try to hide it anymore. Everybody in the town already knew so there was no point in trying to hide it.
She'd only attempted suicide once. A week after her mother had died. After the funeral, Luke had found her lying on the bridge with blood flowing freely out of the open wound on her wrist, soaking her black dress. The scissors lying next to her with one blade tipped with red. He had called an ambulance and went with her to the hospital.
Rory was snapped back to attention when she heard the door to the apartment above the Diner open.
"Rory? Where are you?" It was Luke.
"Shower," Rory said loudly, quickly rinsing the soap out of her hair and getting out. She stuck her head out the door.
"I'll be down in a second."
"Okay."
Rory looked down at the scar again, shaking her head.
She'd have to put some cover up on it for Monday. The kids at Chilton would have a field day if they found out that Rory Gilmore, scholarship student and school "Mary", had attempted to kill herself.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short but please review anyway. I love reviews and they keep me going and inspired to write the next chapter. Thanks!