Sunday my suicide day

Two lost souls sit upon a rooftop at midnight. Both have had enough of the list of problems that plague their mind. Jada Raine appears to live a regular life: she has friends at school, she laughs a little too much and she finds happiness in art and music. But she hides the darkness behind her blinding light. Will she open up to anyone before it's too late?

Includes themes such as suicide/self harm/eating disorders etc so if it upsets you maybe avoid. Sorry.
This is my first fanfiction so I would love if you guys read it and commented on what I should do more of etc xx


6. crying in corridors

Michael made sure I got home ok and stayed on the phone with me until I got to my house.

2:15 am.

With the phone pressed against my ear I chew my finger nail, mum will be so mad. "Mum I'm outside. Can you let me in?" I mutter into the phone. The door opens and mum stands in her dressing gown. She doesn't look very pleased.

"Why the hell are you out here? Where have you been?!" My mum shouts quietly - making sure not to wake any neighbours. Think Jay think. "Um".

"I thought I heard someone in the house, so i climbed out the window" I explain. God Jay what the hell was that?!

I step inside. "Why are you in your clothes then?" My mum spits. Oh god.

"Never mind just go to bed."

I don't think I have ever wanted to hear that sentence more in my whole life.

Sleeping came easy after what I had nearly done that night.

The next morning:

A normal day at school. Getting on the bus at 7:30 and sitting with Jess, Emily and Darcy. Little do they know that they are sitting next to a girl who tried to kill herself last night. "You look tired" Darcy points out. Yeh no shit! - I want to say. "Couldn't sleep" I explain.

They don't mention the sleepover, apart from Darcy who soon shut up after the others not-so-subtly shook their heads. I hate when they do that. It's so patronising, they think I'm dumb. I'm not.

Nobody can ever know. It stays between me and Michael.

"Get your homework out class!" Miss Murphy shouts. Danny looks at me funny and whispers something to Avia. "What?" I ask as I clench my jaw. Everyone is pissing me off today and it's only 1st period. Danny turns round and looks nervous. "Tell me" I demand. Michael and Emma turn around. I said it a bit too loud.

"Nothing." He knows he has to speak when I raise my my eyebrows.

"It's just, you look a bit shit today."

Are you fucking kidding me. I don't bother talking. After I've thrown my bag under the table I dodge through the labyrinth of tables and out the door. "Jada Raine get back in here!" I hear miss shout. I shut the door but it doesn't make a sound? I have never stormed out of class before. What is happening to me? Don't cry. Don't fall apart.

The last thing I want is miss following me so I walk. I walk as fast as I can to nowhere in particular. However I don't get very far. "Jay wait" Michael pleads as he jogs up behind me. I stop to face Michael. Don't cry.

"Hey you don't look s-" Michael starts before I cut him off. "No, I do, it's fine" i wobble. He sighs. I want to cry so much. "Jay it's okay to cry, you don't have to pretend all the time" he reassures me. Suddenly my skin is drowning in tears and my eyes sting. He hugs me until miss storms over.

"What is going on? You two are in serious trouble if you can't give me a valid explanation" she spits as her eyes pierce our skin. "I'm sorry, a family friend passed away last night" I lie. Good one Jay! I mentally high five myself. Classic.

She sighs as she folds her arms over her chest. "And Michael why are you here?" She glares. "Miss I was just comforting her" he explains. At least that was true. She unfolds her arms. "Fine, I'll let you two off, Jay if you want to go home you are welcome to." I shake my head.

The whole class peers at Michael and I as we walk in. They can tell I've been crying but I don't give a shit. That's not entirely true. "Emma can you move to jays place?" Miss says. Thank god! I wouldn't have been able to sit next to Avia after I obviously just cried. Throughout the 12 years of knowing me, none of the girls have ever seen me cry; ever.

Michael lets me sit by the window so the redness goes down in my face. The rest of the lesson I stare at the floor and miss doesn't pick on either of us to answer a question. I probably still look shit. It's as though Michael read my mind because he smiles "you look fine." I return the smile.

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