Misery in One Day

A Chapter by Kayla

It all happend, just like that. But how? But why? These thoughts overcome me, and make me take severe actions and take the consequences. How could this happen? I don't know what to do anymore.

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"Turn your text books to page 210 and complete problems 20-30. What ever is not finished must be completed as homework," Ms. Harold Announced.

I didn't really pay attention. My thoughts were too busy overwhelming me. "Why don't you just die already," they said. "You have no one anyways."

I put my head on my desk. I didn't want to be here. There's absolutely no point in being here.

"Ms. Kingsley! Get that head off your desk IMMEADIATELY!," Ms. Harold sternly told me.

"Whatever, Ms. Harold," I replied, but didn't take my head off my desk. All I did was stare at my wrists.

"Do it.." my thoughts told me. So I slowly took out my small pocket knife and made sure no one saw it.

"Ms. Kingsley, I MEAN IT. Either you get your head off your desk and do your math work, or you can spend the rest of class IN THE OFFICE," Ms. Harold yelled at me. Everyone was staring at me now. Some whispered and some stared. Why should they stare? It's not like they know how I'm feeling.

"Ms. Harold, if you let me go to the bathroom for a moment, I promise I'll pay attention."

"Very well, Ms. Kingsley. You may go, but I'm timing you. You've got THREE minutes."

I get up to go, hiding the knife under my sweatshirt. I quickly go in the bathroom and I stop to think. "Do it, Veronica. Do it."

Why do they over power me?

I go to do it, but I can't. I can't cut myself again. I know I have to stay strong.

I back the knife away from my wrist. Just as I go to put it in my pocket, I get second thoughts. These thoughts shouldn't come.

"Cut your wrists, Veronica."

"No.." I whisper.

"Do it.."

"No." I say louder.

"You want to cut yourself. I know you do, Veronica."

"No.. No.. NO!" I scream.

As I scream, I hit my fists against the mirror. Some of the glass shatters and breaks. Before I knew it, my fists were covered with blood, along with the mirror itself.

"No one can know about this. Any of this..", I whisper to myself.

I feel a tear stream down my cheek, then again on the other cheek.

What have I become?

"I'm a monster.." I whisper and slowly slide down to my knees. I then throw the knife across the bathroom floor.

I sit there for a minute and then run out the bathroom.

"I've had enough!", I think to myself.

I end up outside and running home. No more of this. I go inside my house quickly and slam the door. My dad's not home. I don't have a mother anymore, so it's just me. I jump on my bed and cry into my favorite pillow my mom got me. I slowly go into a deep sleep.

"Where am I?.." I said.

A strange looking figure came out of no where.

What was it? I never had a clue. I looked around and noticed I was standing in front of a pond. Why? I didn't know.

The figure made quiet whispering sounds. What was it saying?

It grew louder and louder.

I started holding my head because the sound of the voices overcame me.

It grew so loud that I screamed to the top of my lungs.

Suddenly, it became silent. Dead silent. I looked closely and saw the figure was farther across the pond. I felt like I had to touch it.

"I wonder.."

I stepped onto the pond. I didn't go through the water. I looked further and the figure was walking to the end of the large pond. I started running across the pond, splashing in every step I took.

Everything came to a stop. I stopped running, and the figure seemed to be facing me, or even staring directly at me. It was about six inches away from me. My hand reached out slowly to grasp it. Almost touching it, I seemed to have fallen backwards and sink into the mysterious pond. My eyes shut, I could feel my heart beating.

Thump-Thump, Thump-Thump.

I slowly drift down, going deeper and deeper.

I'm suddenly in the darkness as I open my eyes. Then a flash passes by me. What is it?

The same figure.

I stare at the figure, as it gets closer.

What is it doing?

It seems to be.. leaning in closer.

It kisses me. Its lips are cold as ice, yet so soft and delicate. But what is it?

I wake up and realize it's just a dream. I've been constantly having this dream ever time I fall asleep. But why?

I hear the door open. I check the time. It's only 11:30 a.m.

"I've only been sleeping for an hour?", I thought to myself.

"Dad..?" I say a little loud, just enough for him to actually hear me.

No reply.

All of a sudden the lights flicker.

I swallow hard. I get out of bed and go towards the kitchen. The lights are off in there.

"What the heck is going-.." I start to say, but I'm interrupted by a bang on the cupboard.

I go to get the gun out from my dad's room. He says it's there for emergencies, and right now I'm guessing that's what's going on.

I walk into the dark. All of a sudden something brushes against my shoulder. It feels so cold.. so very cold. I stand still as I feel it get closer to me. I then turn around to see a light.

It's the figure.

But now I'm so close to it that I can see it's facial features. It looked as if it was a boy. A boy my age.

Is he real, or my imagination?

In shock, I go to touch him. His hand reaches out for mine.

I stare at the boy and I feel his cold hand go through mine. I feel the coldness go through my hand bones and I feel sadness. He's very lonely.

I close my eyes and I see a vision.

Two sixteen-year-old boys in a royal blue car. The driver has redish-brown hair, and the passenger has dark brown hair, with beautiful darkish blue eyes.

It appears that they're driving, and the driver and passenger have bottles in their hands, laughing.

Another car is coming down the same road, on the other side.

All I see is fire.

I open my eyes and his eyes are looking at me. He must've been in the blue car.

The boy takes his hand away and slowly backs away. I start walking towards him.

"Where are you going..", I Say.

He whispers something, but what is it?

"S..pell.." The boy says.

Spell?

"What do you mean by spell?", I ask.

He tries saying it again.

"S.. S.. ellp..", The boy whispers again.