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Inside My Head
By buttmunch

 


Inside My Head

Today was horrible. I woke up late, didn't have time to eat breakfast, and almost missed my bus. I'm sure my mother would have liked that. She's already got so much going on with my sister. I just try to stay away from them altogether.

My sister was once gorgeous. Don't get me wrong she's still beautiful. It's just that her once youthful face is now grey and gaunt. Her warm, loving, brown eyes have put up stone walls. You can never be sure of what she's thinking. It's all because of her eating disorder. It started in her last year of high school. Her boyfriend broke up with her and she sank into this deep depression. But enough about her. Tonight was all mine. I was going out with my two best friends: Dylan Hamilton and Regan Lee.

Regan and I have been friends since third grade. Her mom passed away and after that no one wanted to be her friend. I was the only one who would talk to her. I didn't see anything wrong with her like how the other kids at school did. Eight years old can be mean. But here we are in our junior year of high school.

Dylan was something different. I met him over the summer at my job. The first time I saw him, my breath was stuck in my throat. His deep green eyes scared me…but in a good way. Whenever I looked into them, it was all the pain, laughs and everything he experienced was running through my veins. He was simply beautiful. I loved him dearly and I still do to this day. Within the first week of meeting him he asked me out. We only went out for a while, but the whole time it was magical.

As the bell rang, I walked to my locker. Regan was there waiting for me. “Oh my god!" I am so excited for tonight. I've needed a night out forever. What's wrong with you?” she asked in a sudden change of attitude. She's always so worried about me. “Nothing I'm fine.” I mumbled mostly to myself. I left her there confused. But it really wasn't my fault I was having such a bad day.

Dylan was meant to pick me up in 10 minutes. I did an once-over in the mirror. I wore a simple white t-shirt. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I didn't like to stand out. I looked out of the window to see him walking up the stone path. His gorgeous, shaggy, blond hair blew around his face. Why did he have to look that good?

I ran down to the front door, and strangely enough, was greeted with a warm hug. My whole body stiffened until willingly fell into him. “Hey, you look happy to see me.” he whispered into my ear. I hadn't let go of him yet. I laughed to myself. Dylan could always put me in a good mood.

We drove to the movie theater in a comfortable silence. When we stepped out of the car we were greeted with hugs and kisses from Regan. Wow, she looked phenomenal. She always carried this amazing confidence and personality with her whenever we were together. I turned to the theater. It was one of the old kinds and smelled like burning popcorn. But it had history. This was where my mom used to take my sister and me on lazy Sunday afternoons. I loved this place it stood for hope.

The movie was pretty good. I loved Ryan Gosling in it. He's a lovely actor. We left the theater laughing at something that happened last weekend involving Dylan and his skateboard.

“You sure you don't want to ride home with us?” Dylan asked Regan. “Are you kidding me? I live like two minutes away. I am capable of walking you know. Just take my girl home safely.” With that said and done she blew me a kiss and walked off. For some weird reason it felt like it was all going to change.

WE drove home listening to his Chiodos CD. We tried to sing along, but ended up busting out laughing in the end. He was such a great guy. He had always been there for me when I needed it most. He pulled me into the driveway slowly. Everything suddenly became a blur. We walked up to my front steps with his hand on the small of my back. Before I walked into the door, he kissed me. It wasn't just a simple kiss. I could feel the longing and the desire. I gave him a quick hug and walked into my room. I can't even remember passing out in my bed.

As I walked into school next Monday I was hoping for another kiss. I was kind of shocked when Regan didn't pick up her phone Saturday. She almost lives off that thing. I saw Dylan standing all alone by his locker. I freaked out. This wasn't like him. He looked tired. Obviously I had missed something. Time seemed to slow in its tracks. The loud voices behind me became a low, soft buzzing. He saw me and I waved. HE started walking over. Each step seemed to exhaust him. What was going on?

“Um, listen to me Harper. It's about Regan. She did it. She committed suicide, and they found her dead Saturday night.”

My whole body sinks into this daze. Everything seems to go numb. I felt my eyes start to well up with tears. I ran as fast as I could. If I kept running I could get away from this problem. She would come back.

I made it home before my mom and my sister. This couldn't be happening. I ran up to my medicine cabinet. My sister's sleeping pills are lying sideways on the shelf. My best friend was gone from this world forever. I started to shake. I would never see her again. The girl, who helped me through my dad leaving, my first heartache, and so much more, was gone. I reached for the pills. But then a thought occurred in my mind. Did I really want to do this? I mean of course we are all a little messed up but I could get through this. And suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I was stronger than this. This would be the day I chose the light instead of the dark.

After school Dylan drove over. He found me asleep on the couch. My mom and sister still weren't home. He rolled me over until I stirred. “I was worried about you, but they wouldn't let me out of school to make sure you were ok.” He swept me up with a kiss. One that made me forget about everything, if only for a split second. Everything was going to go on, and I had to keep moving forward.

I sat in the passenger seat of his car and rested my head on the seatbelt. We sped down the highway to his house. Once we it the back roads, he started to slow down. Out of no where a deer ran in front of us. Dylan swerved and then…

I woke up with a dull pain in my head. I couldn't feel anything. My body felt weightless. All around me I could see paramedics. Where was Dylan though? When I spotted him my heart sank. He had a bloody bandage covering the length of his arm. He couldn't stop sobbing and that scared me. I turned my head on the side and saw his car smashed into the front of the car. I felt the warm liquid oozing out of my hair. The sudden realization hit me. I was dying. “No please don't let me go! I don't want this anymore. I just want to o home and tell my family I love them. Please don't let me go.” I screamed at the closest paramedic. No one could hear me. I didn't want this. I have my whole life ahead of me. So much that I haven't experienced.

My eyes started to droop. All I could see was blackness. There was no light…

 

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