Hello all. This is my first time publishing my very own story. It was originally a story for my psychology class. Let me know what you think.
She quickly walked through the backdoor and into her room to avoid running into any family. They wouldn't understand, none of them, they never did. Hell, they never even listened. Not her mother or her younger brother. They were always too busy with their own lives. Even when she was severely depressed or refused to eat for a week straight because she thought she was fat. Even then, they never said a word.
She shut and locked the door behind her and walked over the various laundry, books, college applications and lost homework strewn all over her floor to get to her bed. She sat on her unmade bed and looked around at her messy room. Clothes were hanging off the mirror and carelessly thrown all over her desk, dresser and bed. Several dresser drawers were left open from days ago. Dust and cat hair was everywhere. For a normally very neat girl, this array would usually upset her, but she just didn't care anymore. Nobody else cared, why should she?
Every morning she woke, she just grabbed some random clothes off the floor, not knowing or even caring if they were clean or not, and put them on. If she remembered, she'd spray them with perfume before she left, just so the stink wasn't as obvious. She didn't remember the last time she took a real shower. Occasionally she'd jump in to wet her hair so nobody asked questions. She hated questions, people are always so nosey!
She slowly picked up a long lost English Literature book off the floor and emotionlessly looked at the cover. Her grades were slipping and, being in the third quarter of her senior year, risked not being able to graduate. She flipped through the pages, a folded piece of paper fell out onto the floor. She slowly picked it up and unfolded it. It was a letter from John, her boyfriend. She scanned through it, tears began streaming down her face. She quickly shoved the paper back in the book, slammed it shut and threw it across the room with a yelp of frustration. The book slammed into the wall, leaving a huge dent and landed on the floor with a thud. She covered her face with her hands and slumped to the floor, crying.
"Keily?! Keily! What's going on in there??" her mother's voice came over the pounding on the door. Keily quickly dried her eyes and tried to stop the crying. The doorknob started to jiggle.
"Why is this door locked?! Keily, what are you hiding?! Open this door right now!" her mother screamed. Keily opened the door and looked at her mother.
"What Janet?!" she asked impatiently.
"Don't call me Janet! What was that noise? Is there someone else in here?" She pushed past Keily and into her room. Keily just stared at her feet.
"This room is a mess! What have you been doing in here?! I have company coming over and I expect this room clean in ten minutes or I don't want to see you for the rest of the night... And take a shower, you look horrible!" With that, her mother left, slamming the door behind her, Keily didn't even flinch. That's all her mother ever cared about, looking good in front of her friends. She had friends over every night, very rarely did they take notice of her. She'd be surprised if most even knew she existed.
Keily walked over to her dresser and pushed a few random things onto the floor. She took a shirt off her mirror, revealing her reflection and looked at her tear stained face. Taped to the edge of her mirror was a picture of her and John when they first started going out. It's been a year since that picture was taken, but she still remembered it like it was yesterday. The way he smelled, the way he acted, the butterflies in her stomach, their first kiss. But it was a lie, it was all a lie! He promised he would never hurt her, that they'd be together forever and he'd protect her from harm, but he lied! This time, it was he who caused her harm! It was he who ruined the relationship! He was the one who cheated!! Unfortunately, she had been the one to figure it all out. She had found them making out behind the bleachers at the football game earlier that day. Her friends told her he was a cheat from the beginning, but she refused to believe it. For a year she put all their warnings to the back of her mind, she loved him like no other. Why? Why didn't she listen?!
She looked back at her reflection, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. He wasn't worth this. None of it was worth this. All of the pain...it never stopped. That's all she wanted, for the pain to stop, but it never would. The one and only person she ever felt she could talk to was a liar and could no longer be trusted. There was no way she could talk to him now. She couldn't even look at him. There was no one left. Her family never listened, she hated all her teachers and guidance counselors, they asked too many questions and just didn't understand. She'd grown away from her friends over the past few weeks, their futile attempts to make her feel better only made matters worse. So this was it. There was nothing left for her to do. Everything that has piled on her shoulders for weeks was about to collapse and there was nothing she could do about it. Only one solution came to mind. One that she had been tinkering with but trying to avoid. Suicide.
Keily grabbed a pile of clothes off the floor and marched into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and turned on the shower. Steam quickly began filling the room. She picked up her razor and carefully removed the blade. She took one last look at her reflection, steam swirling around her. For the first time in a long time, she didn't see sadness and hopelessness staring back at her. She saw determination. The pain was finally going to end. She'd finally be at peace. John would realize his mistake and realize what he willingly gave up. He would figure out what she had seen, for she had yet to confront him about it. He'd feel the pain he put her through! The steam completely fogged up the mirror, hiding her reflection from view.
"This is it." she whispered. She took a deep breath, picked up the blade with her right hand and cut a deep, horizontal line across her left wrist. Taking the blade in her left hand, did the same to the right wrist. The first thing she felt was intense pain, so bad she was tempted to scream, but didn't. After a minute or two the pain dispersed, either that or she got used to it. She watched the blood pour from her wrists, into the sink. There was so much blood. She suddenly felt nauseous and light headed. She grabbed onto the sink to steady herself. Her dizziness soon overtook her and she fell to the floor unconscious, knocking over a glass bottle which shattered near Keily's broken form.