Save Me

I smash the door open before smashing it back closed. I breathe in the outdoor air and relax slightly. The hissing of cars going by rang through my ears and I head towards the only place that's comforting for me, home. Not Matt's fucking house, my home.

When my parents left, I had a house key if I ever needed something out of there. They decided to put it up for rent but I knew no one wanted that house, they never would. I sprinted to the place and climbed to my window from the trash cans. Sure I could open the front door, but what's the fun in that.

Tumbling in, my room didn't change. I glanced around and saw a note on my dresser. That was odd, I didn't see that there when I left. Noticing my name was written on it in cursive, it was my mother's handwriting. Opening it made my worst nightmares come to life all over again, they're joking right?

Dear Sarah,

Your father called to reassure how long we'd be gone. I thought we were only staying for 6 months, it turns out to be a year. I figured that you would come back in the house at sometime, I'm sorry but I hope you get along with Matt, we apologize ahead for we won't get to see your graduation.

Sincerely, Mom.

My eyes burned feeling tears sting down them. She wasn't going to see my graduation? I let out a muffled sob and toss myself on my bed. This couldn't be happening, they seriously weren't going to fly back to Cali for one day just to see my graduation. They must feel like I'm not important, I fucking hate life!

I pick myself up and notice light glistening off a box cutter, no Sarah. Maybe I should call someone first, see if they cared enough to stop me. I grab my phone and dial Brian's number, I'm so fucking stupid to do this.

It rings incessantly but no one answers. I toss my phone aside and reach for the blade. I drag it lightly across my skin and a small line of blood appears. This could fuck up my skin terribly, but I didn't care. I close the blinds to my window and grab gauze, ointment, and a washrag. I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone, which would be no one.

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. My last shred of hope was torn to pieces when I answered it, it was Matt.

"Sarah what the fuck?! You don't go fucking hitting someone because they supposedly wrote a note to you! For all I fucking know you wrote it yourself, what do you have against Val?! Stop this stupid shit I'm sick of it."

I hang up my phone, not letting him finish his rant. Looking at the blade, I toss it aside. I needed something more than a cut that would only leave numbness for a few minutes. The only thing I could think of was drugs and alcohol.

There was one friend of mine who could promise me that, Connor. He was one of the few first class people who were friends with me. He'd have wicked parties that my parents forbade me to go to. I'd sneak out once in awhile but no ones stopping me now. I grab my phone and dial up his number.

"Hey Sarah, why the fuck aren't you at school?" He asks, and I laugh.

"I should ask the same for you, you having a party tonight?" I question.

"Yeah, you can come over and hang now, I'm just chilling with a few guys, we haven't had very many lady friends around. If you know what I mean." He answers with a cocky voice.

"Oh shut up, I'll be there in about half an hour man." I laugh.

Hanging up, I grab a pair of ripped jeans, belt, my Black Sabbath t-shirt and high top light green converse. I put on some black eyeliner and mascara. I check my appearance through my bathroom mirror before slipping out of my house. I'd come back and crash here since majority of my clothing and makeup were still there.

I headed towards Connor's, being careful not to run into Matt. Even though both of the guys were on the same level, Matt hated Connor to death, not sure why. Knocking on his door, It swung open and I got hit with the smell of cigarettes in my nostrils. I cough slightly, Connor stood around 6'5, grinning down at me. I punch him playfully in the arm, since I can't reach his shoulder very well. His jet black hair was slicked back and I smirked at him.

"How have you been, short stack." He says.

"I've been better, you thunder cunt?" I ask.

"Amazing." He answers triumphantly.

I giggle and walk into his house, being hit with more smoke but I didn't care, It was calming for me. He flops down on his couch and I sit on his lap, he grinned and wrapped his arms around me. I haven't got to hang out with him in forever. He wasn't exactly Matt but right now he treated me way better than Matt ever would at this point. A knock was on the door and it swung open, making my jaw drop.

Brian was standing there, Michelle in his arms. That's why he didn't answer my call, he was too busy with her. I lean my head against Connor's chest. He felt like home, not second best anymore. I kisses my forehead before smirking at Brian, who was glaring.

"Got a problem, Haner?" Connor shoots at him.

"Does her cousin know she's here?" He spits back.

"It's not his business anymore, she's mine tonight." He chuckles.

For some reason, I didn't like the sound of that, especially the way he said it.

Notes

So yeah.... I might update again today but idk