Kay, so this one took me a while, because of school and all, but here it is.
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Chapter 4: A Gleaming Blade
Lydia stared into the mirror, loathing the face that stared back at her. She reached into her backpack on the sink in front of her. Finding what she was looking for, she gripped the item tightly before pulling her arm back towards herself, slowly. The redhead's face showed fear and fascination as the blade glinted in the light.
All it would take is one cut, she told herself. It should be easy.
And yet this would be the fourth time she had considered it, and failed to complete the task. Lydia was desperate. She had loving parents, spectacular grades, and a friend who cared, but even they couldn't protect her from the torment she went through everyday. She didn't want to burden anyone with her issues, so she kept it to herself. But it was gnawing at her from the inside. Her parents told her everyday how beautiful she was and how she was such the perfect child, but she didn't buy it. If she was so beautiful how come he never looked at her? Much less even give her a second glance. No, she wasn't worth his time. One might wonder if she was so smart, having perfect grades and all, why she was so distraught over one guy. But, Lydia wasn't considering suicide because of an unreturned crush. The dreams plagued her, too. Or should she say, the nightmares. She dreamt of fire, an impenetrable dark… and red eyes.
The teen almost never got more than five hours of sleep nowadays. The undersides of her eyes were perpetually covered in bags, that was how she had learned to use makeup. After exploring the internet that day the nightmares first came, she was practically a pro at applying cosmetics. She knew which shade of blush would make her look like she got a full ten hours of sleep instead of the barely five, owned multiple tubes of the right kind of red lipstick that helped make her face pop, spent hours practicing the perfect designs for her eyeliner that would her eyes would draw people in, and when she had shown up to school the day after she had garnered many surprised looks, appreciative looks, but none from the person she wanted them from.
So when she got home she took off the lipstick and blush and eyeliner, until her face only had the foundation she used to cover up her sickly skin left. She was back to being same old nerdy Lydia the next day, but the fact remained none could tell she was hardly getting any sleep. She kept the foundations and the cremes but let the lipsticks and blushes and eyeliner tubes collect dust on her white and purple vanity in her bedroom. This was how she came to the conclusion of suicide. She had had pills, rope, even stood in front of a speeding highway, but she never had the courage to use them, to take that step and let the next car crush her skinny frame. Lydia gasped at the blade in her hand before jumping back, letting the gleaming metal object fall to the floor in front of her. When it finally made contact with the white tile, a clanging sound reverberated from it, the noise echoing in the spacious bathroom. Rushing forward, Lydia grabbed her backpack from off the sink, and dashed out of the room. Taking one last glance at her reflection, she pushed through the doors, stopping abruptly as she bumped into a fidgeting blonde girl. Erica, she believed.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm Erica by the way." Erica(ha, she was right… great now she was talking to herself) hurriedly apologized.
"No really, it was my fault anyway. and Lydia." Holding out her hand, Lydia offered the girl in front of her a smile. She was clearly having problems of her own, what with her fidgeting and avoiding eye contact. Best not shove more onto her.
The girls shook hands before Lydia told Erica she had to get to class. Waving at the blonde as she left, Lydia hurriedly walked to her Algebra 2 class with Mr. Peters.
She didn't see Erica enter the girls bathroom and pick up the small blade she had left behind.
Author's Note: If I made any mistakes, don't flame me, just correct me politely, please. Anyway, sorry for not writing more, but I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Please review, your comments help me know people are actually reading this and not ignoring me.