FallenAngel

"she says i don't love you like i loved you before.." unwritten law.1

People tell me i have no reason to be depressed. They tell me I have no right to cry in public because it just embarasses them when my makeup drains from my eyes, leaving trails of black down my cheeks. It's only natural to turn away from them and live on my own, with the only person who's just as bad off as me. 2

Jack hid his wrists under a long-sleeved black shirt. I knew what was being hidden, scars as long as my finger and as wide as a pencil up and down. Some were fresh cuts, lined in a dark purple bruise. 3

I didn't cut like he did. I was scared of pain, and i had enough of that inside my black mind. I didn't dress dark, i was just that way on the inside. Outside i was the girl wearing the same acid wash three days in a row and a black concert t-shirt from some show I'd been to. My parents didn't believe in more than one pair of shoes, and mine were near their end. They looked good though. 4

Now I'm lying on my bed, Unwritten Law pounding out of my speakers, loud enough to nearly make my ears bleed. I was sure someone was pounding on the door, with intentions to get me out of my pit, but there wasn't a chance of that. The door was jammed shut with an amplifier that was four feet tall, and heavy too. There was no way they could get in unless they took the window. 5

"Jaime get out of your room" I heard the faint screams over my music.6

"F*ck you!"7

"Now,"8

"I hate you get out of my life!"9

It was true. They didn't care and i hated them. I dont think they cared about that either. 10

The knocker gave up and i was relieved. I knew they'd be back and I was angrier than usual. I couldn't control my emotions anymore after years of holding them in, so now, at 15, i'm nearly crazy. 11

I stuck my acoustic/electric guitar in its case and contemplated running away. I had 200 dollars stashed away for this day, and put it in my pocket. I stuck on a black zip-up hoodie and then did the hard part of the plan. I put my guitar on the roof of the front porch and slid out the window. I jumped down, grabbed the case and started running as fast as i could down the road. They didn't notice me leaving because no one chased me or screamed at me. Part A of my plan had been executed.12