Depression sucks.......live with it by B.B. (phonics story books txt) 📖

EMO

I sat there looking at my dresser. I had been bullied, and all that shit today. I couldn't take it any longer. I got up of my bed, and went to the dresser, grabbed the razor, blasted my music, and went into the bathroom. I guess I looked o-k. I had long, raven black hair, I was around '5"11, nice curves, and beautiful, ocean blue eyes, that changed colors all the time, it was only blue now because I was calm. I thought about it for awhile, if I wanted to go to the hospital or not. So I did it across my wrist, and lay down on the stone floor of the bathroom, watching myself bleed. I closed my eyes, and heard someone knock, then look around my room. He cursed, and ran into the bathroom. "Not again! Really sis?! Really?!" I heard him leave and then was back in seconds with my worst enemy... the first aid kit. I tried to not break out laughing, but I was playing unconscious, remember?! So I lay there, but another person comes in. *Shit, are then gunna take me away to the hospital now?! Awww Shit! I don't wanna go...I like watching it bleed! It's peaceful.* But all my brother said to this new stranger was "Hold her down so she doesn't fight me...." "But she's unconscious!" "She could be faking it...." My brother growled. My brother was a muscular, nice and kind man, who always took care of me and protected me ( he was over protective at times..). He had shortish/long hair like mine ( raven black), only his wasn't in his eyes to hide those beautiful color changing ones. The man held down my limbs. I lay perfectly still. "Slate! Do you think she felt that to?!" "I dunno..." my brother answered. Yes his name was Slate. Mine was Snow. "Hey Silver..." "Ya?" So this was this strangers name....hmmmm. "Why don't you stay for the night? Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid again...." "Alright" I realized that I was on my bed, with a bandage on. Sigh. I felt the bed dip and someone wrap a protective arm around me. But it wasn't my brother. He smells different. My brother smells like oranges and mango (that's actually my favorite scent in candles), I smell like vanilla and cupcakes, but this stranger called Silver, smelt of something different.. It was honey and candy, it was sweet. I soon fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and I felt safe for once in my life with his muscular arm wrapped around me.

To be Razor or not to be...!

I woke up and the mans arm still wrapped around me and the bandage. At least I always kept an extra under my pillow.... So I snaked my arm under the pillow and pulled it out. I silently cut the bandage, and re-opened my wound sighing. I felt the warm blood trickle down my arm and onto the floor. Did I tell you I was a supernatural made up of every living and non-living creature in the supernatural world. My brother somehow only came out as a half vamp./ half were. He has good hearing so I hid the razor and put a bite mark on the wound. Apparently they both have good hearing 'cause he shot up to the sound of dripping blood. I laughed. "What the hell did you do?!" He growled next to me. I was in hysteria now. I think it was around 1:00 or 2:00 and my brother came in sleepily. "What'd she do now?" He asked tired. I giggled and hid in the bathroom and locked the door. "I now know you did something wrong cause your hiding!" I looked around for my razor and found it. I did another one across my upper wrist and across my palm. He heard the skin tearing. Nothing can hurt us if we don't want it to. Like nothing can penetrate my skin unless I want it to. He pounded on the door when he heard my skin tearing. "Don't you dare!" He growled. "Why?! It makes me feel better...!" I said as I laughed like a mad man. I sat down on the floor and slowly let my self fall backwards. I felt sleepy. Maybe I was going to die. That would be fun... Before I fell asleep I saw a blurry figure burst through the door and put my head on his lap shaking me, saying something like "Don't die god dammit don't die!" I dunno.... Then I closed my eyes, and waited to see if death was kind enough to take me with him.

Crap! I'm still Alive?! WTF?! Does death really hate me that much?!

I woke up being cradled in someones arms, saying "Don't die.Common common! Wake up!" Someone was repeating this over and over again. He had that honey and candy smell....who had that? I don't remember. I tried to sit up but found none of my limbs were working. "Crrrrrraaaaaaapppppppppppp, wwhhhhyyyy wonnnntttt mmmyyyy llllliiiimmmmbbbbbsssss wwwwwooooorrrrrkkkk god ddddaaaammmmiiiiittt?!" Came out of my mouth all slurred. Maybe I was drugged. I was crushed between two muscular chests, both saying "Your alive!" "Ya and I'll die of suffocation if you don't let go!" I wheezed out. "Oh.." they both mumbled and let go. I slowly sat up when Purple came in and jumped on me. "Your ok!" she squealed. Purple was my best friend, has been ever since I can remember. She was my good side, my good half, also she was a shapeshifter. She had purple hair, purple eyes, and a nice, beautiful curvy body. But what really mattered was she had been with me through thick and thin, even when I had begun cutting myself. Purple was like the big sister everybody wanted."Yup!" "You're eyes are yellow...are you happy?" She teased. "Nooooo" I said looking away. "Liar!" She said and started to tickle me. I was laughing and laughing, till I said "Mercy! I give in I'm happy to see you ok?!" I got out. "Well finally! My arms were getting tired!" We laughed. I then noticed I wasn't at a hospital... I was at home. I guess my body healed it's self. Huh. Then I saw him for the first time. His chocolaty brown hair, his color changing eyes, his muscular build, everything about him was perfect. But as soon as I looked, I tore my eyes away, and continued to talk to Purple. "I wanna go shopping." she said. It wasn't a request. It was a demand, and she was gunna drag me with her. "Where?!" I sighed. I had to admit I was rich. I had a mansion, a cupple cars, all the money I could ever want. Sigh. But did I really want it? Purple interrupted my thoughts by yelling "The MALL" and jumping up and down on my bed. I groaned. "Aww common pleaseeeeeeeee...." She wined. She used her greatest weapon against me. Her puppy dog face. I could never say no to that face sadly. "Fine.." I mumbled so low, she could barley hear me. "What was that? Say again?" "Fine!" I said it just loud enough for her to hear. "YAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!" She yelled. I groaned, got up, took a shower, got dressed, all that stuff.

"The mall..." P.S. They took away all my razors!

I tried going towards the emo stuff, but she pulled me towards puppies. "O god!" I thought. Then I saw my savior, the bath supply store. "Wait! I have to get shampoo and stuff!" "Fine! But NO Razors! Got it!?" "Mhm!" So I ran in, grabbed the shampoo I needed, and snuck some razors in with the purchase, then tore up the recent, and once out of the store, I hid my razors in my pant pocket. "Gimme the bag..." she sighed. "What I do?!" I asked as I handed over the bag. "Your eyes are yellow..." "So! They had my favorite shampoo and it smelt good!" I pouted. After she checked the bag a thousand times, she sighed and reached up and patted my head. "Good girl." I sighed and started to walk back to the emo store. She grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the puppies again. "You need a puppy!" she said. "Fine! But I get to pick!" "With my consent" she sign song said. I grumbled illegible words. I looked through the glass till one puppy's eyes looked deep into mine and I knew it was him. I asked the store manager to get me this one. He said sure. He explained it was a cross between a rottweiler and Saint Bernard. He showed me all the essentials, while Purple's mouth was wide open, at the fact that I had actually picked one out. After I bought all the necessities I walked with the new dog to the emo store. I went in and picked up my normal stuff, like cloths, studded and spiked accessories and went to the counter. "Hey Snow! Glad to see ya back!" This was Rob, the usual clerk. "Good to be back in here!" I said. He looked down over the counter. "You got a dog?" He questioned. I pointed to Purple who was still surprised. "Ah! That explains everything." Rob went to the back and brought out a cookie (Dog) saying "Bite me" and threw it to my new dog. "That's funny" I