Sorry it's yet another short one, but I really am proud of this chapter. The emotion I put into it, is all real.
If you ever do feel like Liz:
You can call the suicide hotline toll free 24 hours a day 7 days a week: 1-800-273-8255 or 1-800-784-2433
Hold your heads up high lovelys ♡
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The next day, Jaimie and Paul took Sky to go get her first tattoo. She had turned 18 recently, and wanted to get a house-sparrow on her upper thigh. Because of the fact that I was afraid of needles of all kind, I told them I would stay home and clean the house/prepare lunch for their return. I had a few hours before they'd be coming home, so I took the time to sit and surf channels on the tv.
As I sat down, I felt my phone vibrate. I was sure it ws Jaimie, or Paul calling to tell me something had come up, and they'd be coming home early.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Elizabeth?" That wasn't my friends voice. It was Tom's voice, and he didn't sound like the cocky bastard he usually sounded like, he sounded worried/upset.
"Yes?" I answer. To be honest, I'm scared. Did my mom get hurt? Is Caroline okay?
"Your mom took your sister out, but I got a call saying a friend of yours had passed away." My heart sinks. This had to be a sick joke, nobody just does this to a person.
"Who?" I begin to my hand to my mouth, to hide my look of disbelief.
"I believe the name was Emily, look Liz I-" I hang up on him.
No...No this isn't true. Emily had been the greatest friend to me, since Paul. She was the only real female friend I had. She'd stayed up with me for hours at night, to talk about boy troubles, and how we'd move to Australia together and become kangaroo farmers. She was my best friend, even more so than Paul.
I walk around the house a while, picking up random things, and putting them back. I can't control myself, or feel my heart beat. I try to go for a walk, but as I leave the house, and the sun beats down on me I can feel my eyes burn. The tears don't even seem to come. I know what I have to do. I walk back into the house, into the kitchen, pull out a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, and a knife from the drawer. There isn't much left in this bottle of liquor, but I finish it off reguardless, and then move on to the knife. I walk to the bathroom, run the water in the bathtub, and get in, clothes and all.
Letting out a sigh I take the knife and drive it into my skin. Once, twice, 5 times I drive the knife into each of my wrists, deeper and deeper each time. I haven't completely blacked out before I hear the door open.
"Lizzie Liz! We're home!" Paul calls out. Jaimie and Skylar laugh.
I hold my breath. "Don't make a sound," I think. They'll find you if you make a sound. I hear foot steps pass by the bathroom, and finally I'm in the clear, or so I though. As I let out a sigh of relief, I hear Skylar's voice say:
"Oh she's in the bathroom." She knocks on the door. "You okay, Liz?" I don't make a sound, hoping she'll realize it was a mistake, and I actually am not there at all. My conciousness slips further and further away. I can't control myself any longer, and soon a sob leaves my throat. "No." I whisper. I try to cover my mouth, but it's too late, they've heard me.
Skylar walks into the bathroom.
"You O- HOLY SHIT." She screams. I look up at her, I beg her to be quiet, I beg her not to tell a soul, but it's all with my eyes. Jaimie walks into the bathroom next, Skylar has already begun dialing 911. Jaimie runs over to my side.
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A Walk Through Hell *ABANDONED*
AdventureI sat in my first period english class, my teacher grading papers or whatever it is that teachers do when you walk in. Soon the first bell rung, and people filed in. The usual suspects, the nerds, the cool kids, the "we hate liz" kids, and so on a...
