Another You
Chapter One - The End
"Don't eat Ally. You're not a dog. Don't reward yourself with food. You haven't lost enough yet!"
I'll never get this demon out of my head. Since everything went wrong and I ran away, the demon has been getting louder and louder. I was sat in an abandoned home where I have been living for the past 4 weeks. Alan was getting to close to finding me again, so I had to run away from my old friends place. All though, I wouldn't really call him a friend. He only let me stay because I'd collect his heroine for him.
My body is slowly dying, and I can't do anything about it. Even if I wanted to eat I don't have any food or any money. I was going to die. Not that I'm really sad about it. I just don't want Alan to find me. I begin to get really limp and weak, so I walk over to the dirty, hard, and smelly mattress in the corner. Well, I say walk... but it's more like a crawl. I begin to think of what drove me to this place. High School.
As I walk down the corridor, everybody is staring at me. "Whore", "Slut", "Ew imagine how many STDS she has". They're all laughing at me. I can't do anything to stop it. I need to get out of here. I run to the closest toilets, and lock myself in a cubical. I rummage through my bag to find my only friend left. The blade. I roll up my sleeve to expose my slaughtered arm. It's covered in injuries I've caused. I look at my cold blade begging for me to use it. I drag it against my warm skin, and feel the release. Nothing felt as good or as worse at this. Letting everything just pour out along with the blood. The stress. The bad names. The pain. But yet letting in the guilt. There is only one person in the world who cares for me. Alan, my brother. Yet he's to busy at the moment, trying to build a band. I miss him. But he'd kill me if he knew what I was committing right now. Yet something tells me that wouldn't stop me letting him in right now. My phone begins to ring. *Alan* What do I do? The harm has taken it out of me. He'll know straight away. I decline, but he rings again two minutes later. I give up. I answer the phone. "Hello? Alan what-" He cuts me up.
"Ally where the fuck are you?" Oh shit, he already knows.
"Please Alan. Calm-" He cuts me up again.
"No Ally, Where. The. Fuck. Are. You. I'm on my way to the school. You better be there when I-" This time I cut him up.
"No Alan. Please just go home. I'll see you there at 4. I'll be fine." There's a pause. For a second I thought I convinced him, But I was wrong.
"They videoed it you know. Them beating you up. They sent it to me. I know everything. Now do what I say and no funny business. Because I will find you!"
"It's fine. It doesn’t matter! I've been dealing with this for months. You've just been to busy to realise. Goodbye Alan.... I love you" I begin to cry.
"Wait! No Ally!" I hang up. I need to get out of here. I run out the toilets. Not bothering to dry my tears or even pull down my sleeves. I'll never see these people again. I run to my locker, On the way people doing the usual. "Slag", "Emo", "Anorexic". I open my locker. Grab my purse and anything that I might need, and then run out the back of the school. I ring for a taxi, and check how much money I have left. $30. That should be enough.
The taxi arrives. "Train Station please". I looked out the window as we pass the front of the school. I see Alan running into the school, and it shatters my heart. I can't ever see him again. And then I look away.
I realise I'm crying. That was the worst day of my life. I hurt him so bad. It's so cold I can barely feel my body. I begin to drift off, and.... slowly... close...my...eyes...
I'll never get this demon out of my head. Since everything went wrong and I ran away, the demon has been getting louder and louder. I was sat in an abandoned home where I have been living for the past 4 weeks. Alan was getting to close to finding me again, so I had to run away from my old friends place. All though, I wouldn't really call him a friend. He only let me stay because I'd collect his heroine for him.
My body is slowly dying, and I can't do anything about it. Even if I wanted to eat I don't have any food or any money. I was going to die. Not that I'm really sad about it. I just don't want Alan to find me. I begin to get really limp and weak, so I walk over to the dirty, hard, and smelly mattress in the corner. Well, I say walk... but it's more like a crawl. I begin to think of what drove me to this place. High School.
As I walk down the corridor, everybody is staring at me. "Whore", "Slut", "Ew imagine how many STDS she has". They're all laughing at me. I can't do anything to stop it. I need to get out of here. I run to the closest toilets, and lock myself in a cubical. I rummage through my bag to find my only friend left. The blade. I roll up my sleeve to expose my slaughtered arm. It's covered in injuries I've caused. I look at my cold blade begging for me to use it. I drag it against my warm skin, and feel the release. Nothing felt as good or as worse at this. Letting everything just pour out along with the blood. The stress. The bad names. The pain. But yet letting in the guilt. There is only one person in the world who cares for me. Alan, my brother. Yet he's to busy at the moment, trying to build a band. I miss him. But he'd kill me if he knew what I was committing right now. Yet something tells me that wouldn't stop me letting him in right now. My phone begins to ring. *Alan* What do I do? The harm has taken it out of me. He'll know straight away. I decline, but he rings again two minutes later. I give up. I answer the phone. "Hello? Alan what-" He cuts me up.
"Ally where the fuck are you?" Oh shit, he already knows.
"Please Alan. Calm-" He cuts me up again.
"No Ally, Where. The. Fuck. Are. You. I'm on my way to the school. You better be there when I-" This time I cut him up.
"No Alan. Please just go home. I'll see you there at 4. I'll be fine." There's a pause. For a second I thought I convinced him, But I was wrong.
"They videoed it you know. Them beating you up. They sent it to me. I know everything. Now do what I say and no funny business. Because I will find you!"
"It's fine. It doesn’t matter! I've been dealing with this for months. You've just been to busy to realise. Goodbye Alan.... I love you" I begin to cry.
"Wait! No Ally!" I hang up. I need to get out of here. I run out the toilets. Not bothering to dry my tears or even pull down my sleeves. I'll never see these people again. I run to my locker, On the way people doing the usual. "Slag", "Emo", "Anorexic". I open my locker. Grab my purse and anything that I might need, and then run out the back of the school. I ring for a taxi, and check how much money I have left. $30. That should be enough.
The taxi arrives. "Train Station please". I looked out the window as we pass the front of the school. I see Alan running into the school, and it shatters my heart. I can't ever see him again. And then I look away.
I realise I'm crying. That was the worst day of my life. I hurt him so bad. It's so cold I can barely feel my body. I begin to drift off, and.... slowly... close...my...eyes...
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1/11/15