Invisible

I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, clutching the picture frame surrounding that valued moment with my mom. My ankles were stinging, but I didn't care. I stared at that picture. Maybe she had died. Maybe that's why she wasn't home. Maybe she had died and I never knew. I didn't care if my father was dead. I wouldn't be surprised if he was in hell. He was never a father to me. He beat me. He hated me. He always wanted a son, not a daughter. When we found out about my anxiety and depression, he only beat me more. He said he could "beat the sad out of me."

Thank god he never found out I cut.

My mom used to try to protect me, but then she only got hit too. Eventually she couldn't handle the guilt of watching me get beat and she started drinking. A lot. If she was home when my dad began his daily beating, she would grab her keys and leave. Of course I was mad at her. I was her little girl. She was supposed to take care of me. But I forgave her.

Soon enough, dad left, after an especially terrible beating one night. I had to be hospitalized for broken bones and internal bleeding. By the time I got home from the hospital, he was gone. Mom stayed for a bit, but as soon as I was all healed she left to.

I blinked. I realized that there were tears falling onto the picture I was still holding tightly in my hands. I tossed it onto the bed behind me and put my head in my hands, pushing my palms hard into my eyes.

I looked up and decided to check my phone. I haven't touched my phone in months, since my mom left. I had to rummage around through the junk on my desk for a bit, before I found it. The screen was black, but as soon as I touched it, it lit up. I nearly dropped it in surprise.

New Message

Who would text me? I slid my thumb across the screen and read the message.

Unknown

I miss you! :'(

What? Who missed me? And if they missed me, how come I've been ignored all this time? My phone beeped two more times, pulling me out of my thoughts.

2 New Messages

I shakily opened them.

Unknown

Why haven't you been in school, slut?

Unknown

We miss you Emma. Where've you been???

I dropped my phone. The screen continued to light up with messages.

Unknown

I miss my favorite punching bag! >:)

Unknown

Why isn't the emo slut in school anymore?

Unknown

Where's the emo bitch? Anyone know if she finally killed herself?

Tears were pouring down my face. The messages continued to come, the mean ones drowning out the few nice ones coming through.

I ran to the drawer of my nightstand, and instead of taking out the usual razor, I took out a small note I had written years before. Just in case anyone decided to care later on. Just in case I hadn't imagined Jack talking to me.

My suicide note.

My phone lit up one last time. I glanced at it.

Jack Barakat

Hmm. Not Unknown. I leaned in to read the message.

I miss you Emma. We need you. I need you.

I shook my head and walked to the bathroom. I set the note gently on the back of the toilet. I opened our medicine cabinet.

I reached for my nearly full bottle of anti-depressants.

Notes

AH

Do you guys have any idea how hard it is for me to focus long enough to write a chapter??? Very hard

I sit down and write like a sentence then I start like one man moshing to a song or dramatically acting out a scene from a book or something. I had to fix our damn toilet TWICE and I had to help my dad load his sturdy belts into his truck.

ANYWHO I hope y'all like this chapter. BIG EFFING SURPRISE NEXT CHAPTER BUT I WON'T UPDATE AGAIN UNTIL I GET A FEW MORE VOTES AND SUBS :)))

OVER 500 VIEWS AND 10 SUBSCRIBERS AND LIKE WHAT 3 VOTES??? I AM ECSTATIC.


(I hope it's not dreadfully short.)


Should I continueeeee?????