I'm laying on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks.The pill bottom next to me, more than halfway empty, in one dose. I've never been such a mess. The smugged eyeliner down my cheeks shows the track of a broken heart. I haven't been this bad in years. The phone rings, but I cant find the strength to stretch my arm and pick it up, I dont know whats wrong anymore. Just make this pain stop.
I look out the
window at the pounding rain. It reminds me of my heart. Cold &
hurting. Someone from across the room calls my name. I lift my head
to answer to see my best friend, Jessica standing next to me.
"Rachel, what's up? You're really out of it."
"Yea
sorry... the rain distracted me," i put on a fake smile and say.
"You going out with Jason tonight," she asks unknowing
of the pain her words are causing me. I just sorta laugh it off.
"We
both kinda decided he wasnt my type," i smile and shrug it off.
yea... he decided for me
"oh im sorry dear,"
Jessica says making a frowny face. She turns her head making her long
blonde curls swiftly move across her chest. She looks back at me with
her ice blue eyes. "You look really tired Rach."
I roll
my eyes, " Was up until 2 working on that english essay."
She kind of shrugs and the bell rings. "Guess i should head to
Pre-Calc huh?"
"Yea go ahead, i'll see you after
school." You're a fucking whore anyways, why does it
matter?
My name is Rachel, and i have a problem.
I'm
a senior in high school, and this is my story.