They Will Die

Arden struggled with lots of issues. Her across-the-street-neighbor, Harlow, comes to cheer her up. Arden finds she wasn’t the kid she used to be. As Harlow is sent off to camp, Arden is sent to her dad who she hasn’t seen in 4 years. Unlikely, they become best friends, before Arden meets Will. Will see the struggle in her and tries their best to help, but something terrible happens to Harlow, which is the last straw for Arden. What will fate unravel? We all do something to escape. Some read to go to another world with epic love stories and tragic heartbreaks. To experience things they would never experience in the real world Some do drugs to get a sense of euphoria. To feel numb from what they are really feeling. To block it all out. Some drink to forget everything that has happened, even if it’s just for a little. To drown the sorrows away. To bring peace. Some workout because it leaves them feeling energized and motivated. Like they can do anything and everything. Some listen to music. To have nothing but their thoughts to distract them. To feel the music on another level. To be free. Some self harm to feel in control when everything else is out of theirs. To have at least one thing is their life that is theirs. Some sleep the day away. To not wake up and do the same thing over and over again. To get away from their reality. Hopefully, to dream. Some throw themselves into work to distract themselves from their own problems. To busy their minds and forget. Some write so they can express themselves without actually having to say it outloud. To write away the pain. To get it all out. Some watcallh movies or tv shows to relate to the characters. To feel understood. To be desired and loved. We all do something different to escape, but we do it for the same reason. To cope.

Ellie_Savell · LGBT+

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Sleeve

"ARDEN!" my mom screamed from the kitchen.

Even though I would rather be asleep in my room, I knew this was urgent. I trudged into the kitchen.

"You know how I feel about others," she drones on, her narcissistic trait screaming, "but I know terrible things when I see it."

I stare at her blankly, waiting for her accusation to blurt out.

"I haven't seen you eat since Daniela was sent off."

"Harlow," I corrected her, rolling my eyes.

"Right," she mumbles rudely, "eat, now."

"Mom, that's not how it works."

"Then, Arden, how does it work?"

"Once you lose hunger, there is no getting it back."

"I'm going to have to send you to a facility if this keeps up."

"No," I scream, "I'll call dad!"

"I tell him to send you."

Tears form in my eyes. I rush back to my room. I slam the door, sliding down it. I wrap my arms around my knees and let the dampness from my eyes fall down my legs. I pull down my sleeve. There were a bunch of scratches and a few deep cuts. I felt dirty. Guilty.

The thing about starting up self harm again is that once you start, you feel guilty that you did it, so you do it again. The cycle doesn't stop. I could hear my mom shouting into the phone.

"I can't take care of her!" My mom screams.

"THEM!" I yell.

I wasn't taking it today. I grabbed a blanket, pillows, my phone, and Harlow's hoodie. I pulled the window up and kicked the screen. Carefully rolling past the kitchen windows, I snuck into the forest where we made our treehouse.

It has been two months since Harlow was sent away. School starts up again in 3 weeks. Looking at me, does it look like I'm in the right mental state to be going to school. I just want to be left alone.

I climb up the ladder. My eyes want to close so badly. When I get to the top, I feel nauseous. I grab my eyebrow skin and pinch hard. I have no idea why it works. I get really dizzy like I might pass out. I wish I would have brought food, so maybe I would get the courage to break it. My head hit the wood cold.

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