Wrists Like Paper

Alexandria or Alex as she preferred to be called, has been spending her teenage years using her wrists as careless pieces of paper. Cut after cut she made her wrists into works of art. People look at her wrists and notice the cuts but they wouldn't say anything. That's what irritated her the most. The fact that they wouldn't say anything. If they noticed why didn't they say anything, tell her everything that's wrong with her, tell her what they think, just to say anything. All she wanted. Just for someone to actually tell her what they thought. Don't just stare at her like shes a freak tell her something! But what will happen when she meets Harry Styles? Will he help her? Will he tell her what he's thinking? Will he fall in love with the girl with paper for wrists?


3. The School Day

 I walked in the doors and immediately I was showered with threats, death threats. Little did they know I was already planning my death tonight, after the concert. I ignored them the best I could until Maddie and her posse consisting of Hayley, Jordyn, Skylar, and Ally. They all hated me for some reason. Maddie pushed me into a wall while Skylar held me down. Jordyn kicked me in the shins and in the throat. It hurt bad, it felt like I  was choking. I was gasping for air. Hayley came up and punched me in the face. Right in the eye too. After a few more punches and kicks, they let me go. But not before spitting of me and calling me pathetic. I layed on the floor bleeding. The bell rang for first period. I tried to get up but it didn't work. I tried again and succeeded. First period was Science with Ms.Watson.

  I showed up to science and she just looked at me up and down and laughed. I moved past her and sat at my seat in the back. She started teaching but I couldn't focus at all, I was thinking about tonight. Would I stab myself? Shoot myself? Jump off a building? Hang myself? I don't know yet. Will I even have the guts to do it?  I think so, I am really unhappy with life right now, I could kill everything. Just then the bell rang and I go up to leave when Ms.Watson called out "Ms.Aaron!, you need to stay for a while!". I walked over to her desk and sat down in a chair close to her. "Yeah?", I said. "It seems like lately you've been lacking participation in class, and we do experiments a lot in here so participation is something I grade for", she said looking me in the eyes. I didn't know what to say, I mean what do you say? In a situation, wouldn't you just sit there quietly, waiting for her to continue? Thank god she did! "And well Alex, I know you're going through some tough times now, but please, just try to participate more and pay attention". How did she know about my life at home? And that's another thing that irritates me, when people act like they have sympathy for you, but really they don't care. They just want to seem nice and make it seem like they care. They think their, in a way, saving a life, and for some people they are, but for me, their just sick people who want to feel better about themselves. "I'll try", I said as I put on a fake smile. "Okay thanks love, now get to language arts", she said as she patted my back. I got up and walked out.

  I walked to language arts and Mr.Henderson didn't look happy to see me. "Oh its you, what a joy", he said sarcastically and he wasn't kidding like some teachers do, he was serious. I gave him a dirty look then walked to my seat, which was still in the back of the class. "Okay class, today we are going to play a bit of a game", he said smiling. There was an eruption of laughs and gasps in the class, some "Yeah"'s were said but then it got quiet. "We are gonna play guess who, with you guys as the players, each one of you will write down something personal about yourself, and put it in this hat, then we will all guess who did it", he said happily, "okay?". "Yeah!", the class said. He walked around the class handing out mini pieces of paper. When he got to me, he just looked at me and said "Nope!, you're too scary to play this game, just go sit in the corner". God even my teacher hated me. I got up, gathered my stuff and went to the corner. I sat down and got out my journal and started drawing pictures. The whole class period was spent like that and when the bell finally rang, I was the first out of the door. "To Social Studies!", I thought. 

 "Ms.Aaron, nice to see you're still alive and healthy!", Mr.Jerry said when I walked in the door. 'Nice to see you too, Mr.Jerry", I said quietly. "And she talks!", this kid in my class named Paul said. "Hey Paul, don't make me write you up!", Mr.Jerry yelled. Then he turned back at smiled at me. "Take your seat Lexi". Only he called me that, I liked it, though I preferred Alex. I sat up front in this class because I actually liked Mr.Jerry. "Class, today we are gonna do a little project, testing your knowledge on ancient cities all over the world", he said, "I am going to put you in the groups". Finally a project. I want to spend my last day at school doing something enjoyable. Being a 12th grader isn't nearly as fun as everyone says. I was listening to the groups he was calling out until I heard my name. "Alex, Greg, Paul, and Lily, your a group and your station will be in that corner", Mr.Jerry said pointing the corner in the far right of the room. Oh go, I had Lily, the biggest directioner in the word, then I had Greg, the nerd who was such a know-it-all, and I had Paul, the football playing jock, who hated me with a burning passion. Great group. I walked over to the corner with my "group". Our station was ancient China. "Oh my god!, Alexandria, you have to tell how the concert was tomorrow, oh and tell me how hot Zayn was too!", Lily screamed in my face as she flipped her ginger locks. "I will", I said as I started to laugh. "Hey you know the manager of One Direction?", Paul said and Lily nodded, "well he's my dad, I was named after him". "That's so cool can you get me tickets?", Lily said back excitedly. "Sure if you go on a date with me Friday", Paul said back smirking. "Deal!", Lily screamed and hugged Paul. "Guys I think we should start working now", Greg said as he pushed his glasses back and snorted. "You do that and Lily and I will talk", Paul said, "Alex can help you". I looked at Greg and shook my head, indicating that I was going to do no such thing. Greg shrugged and got to work. The only reason Paul wasn't torturing me was because Lily was there and he's been trying to date her for years now. Then the bell rang and I had spent yet another class period legit doing nothing.


 The other three periods went by fast and before I knew it, I was on the bus. "Whore!", some kid called to me. As I was walking down the aisle another kid tripped me and when I fell one of his friends choked me. I fought back and got through finally. Barely breathing, I got to the back of the bus and sat down. I put my headphones in and blasted "Asking Alexandria". And yes I do love a band that has my name in it. So? Now I'll try to get some peace in this hell. Eventually I did find it, lost in the music.

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