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


8. Hair dye and smiles

Michael and I forgot to have lunch - not that I have it at school anyway. Art was next.

"Where did you go?" Darcy asks as we wait in line.

"Oh I went to music with Michael" I explain. She winks. "What?" I laugh.

"Maybe he fancies you" she smiles.

"No, it's not like that, trust me, he doesn't fancy me"

She just smiles.

I like art. But our art teacher is boring as hell so I don't enjoy it at school. Arty tattoos and tumblr sketches are what I browse in my spare time, looking for inspiration. My art skills are decent, sharpies and pencils work better for me compared to paint. I love drawing on myself too.

The lesson ends and it wasn't too bad. Today's getting better and I have almost forgotten about earlier on in English.

The day flies by and before I know it I'm standing outside my house and school is over. I catch a glimpse of some biscuits as I walk through my door. I'm so hungry.I'll have one later - I tell myself.

My phone vibrates as I make my way upstairs and when I reach my room I pull it out of my pocket. The message reads 'hey' from Michael in front of my black and white concert crowd background.

Before I know it we are in full conversation.

"Why did you look so upset on Friday?" Michael asks.

"Don't tell anyone, but it was my birthday. Basically, everyone forgot." I explain.

He goes on to explain how I deserve better friends...

"But HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!" He types. I laugh.

We go on to talk about guitar and hair dye.

"I really want a nose piercing but I'm scared it will hurt" I add.

"Go for it! I'll come with you if you're scared" he offers.

"Yeh please, it looks painful."

" But you'll look badass" he tells me. I smile

"I also want to dye my hair but I don't know which colour. You are the expert, blue or purple?" I ask.

"That's a hard one, blue would match your eyes but purple would look nice as well"

We stop texting after an hour and a half because it late and I need a shower.

Hot water stings at my hips and the 1975's new album blasts from my shower speaker.

The next day:

Rain splattered coat and damp hair. I stand at the bus stop and wait for the stupid bus to come. When it finally does I slide in next to Emily.

"Right, who's done the geography homework?" Jess asks. It turns out that none of us have and so that's what we do for the leg the of the bus journey. Numb fingers scribble unreadable ink all over my geography book.

Running through the rain as we desperately try and hold out hoods up. "Hurry up!" Jess shouts from ahead. We giggle and jump over puddles. My doc martens land in a pool of rain water and I feel coldness soaking through my tights.

4 girls glistening in water rush through the school doors. I pull down my hood, revealing my wet hair.

"Shit my mascara!" Jess cries. We laugh and Darcy wipes it off for her.

As we walk into the canteen, I peel of my dripping coat. My hands are blue and shaking, that will be my anaemia kicking in. I hide how cold I am and try and stop my teeth from chattering as we sit down at out table.

"Jay!" Michael shouts as he gestures me to come over. The girls smile and exchange glances as I stand up.

A small bag hangs from his fingers and he holds it out for me. I take it, "What's this?"

"Look inside, it's nothing special."

Two bottles of bleach London temporary hair dye, blue and purple. A box containing 20 fake piercings both silver and black and a twenty one pilots bracelet.

"I just thought t-."

I cut him off with a hug. In order to wrap my arms around his neck/shoulders I have to stand on my tiptoes. A wisp of his red hair tickles my forehead as he slides his arms around my back.

I pull away. "Thank you so much, I love it" I smile.

He smiles shyly.

"You might have to help me dye my hair because I have no idea what I'm doing" I laugh.

"Yeah sure" he smiles. He has a nice smile.

My friends won't stop going on about Michael. "he totally likes you!" "You like him too, I can tell" "did you see the way he looked at you?"

They asked what the present was for, I said I didn't know. They believed me.

Hey guys, can't believe it has this many reads already! Thank you so much I hope you like it so far. Have a lovely day x - KT

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