Broken

Broken

Amelie goes to high school, she'll turn 18 soon. She has no plans after school, not a clue what to do with her life or if she will even be alive. Life. What is the point anyway? Life never appealed to her, even tho she has a home and a complete family her thoughts have always been negative towards life.

Her mother and father caring but she never felt like they truly loved her, never heard them even speak the words.

So here she is, inside highschool, skipping class as usual and hiding from everyone in her special spot behind the football field outside. This is her safehaven, where she listens to music and tries to forget about life.

The music is loud, so loud she cant hear her own thoughs. That's what she wants, to escape the thoughts. Thoughts about how she will fail high school, thoughts about how she looks, thoughts about the way other students look at her. She closes her eyes and leans her back to a tree, tapping her foot to the beat of the music blasting in her ears.

Eventually Amelie opens her eyes and looks at her phones clock, 11.50. It's almost time for her lunchbreak. Amelie stands up from the ground and brush off some dirt from her dark jeans, she begins to walk towards the luch hall. The good thing is most classes have different lunch times to there isn't a huge crowd. Music still blasting while she takes her tray and a plate, waiting in line with other students. She keeps her eyes down at the tray to avoid catching other peoples weird looks at her.

When she got her plate filled she made way to her table in the corner, there is already some people sitting there. Two girls and three boys are sitting at the table all looking kind of bored. They look up at Amelie and just raise their heads in a greeting seemingly knowing she would not hear them through the music in her ear. She sits down and turn the music off to be able to talk to them.

"So how was class?" She asks, her voice a little raspy from not engaging in talking all morning.

"You know, the usual." A girl, Miranda, answers with a shrug, she has almond shaped brown eyes and blueish black shoulder length hair.

"Boring." One of the guys, Lucas, says. He has a buzzcut and snakebites, his eyes big and bright blue.

The others just look very bored and Amelie nods before she starts quietly eat.

"Did you hear about the new guy?" Miranda asks and nudges the other girl, Crystal, with her elbow on Crystals arm. Crystal is blonde with long hair and navy blue eyes.

"I heard." was the short answer she gave. Crystal isn't much of a talker, never were.

"How about you Amelie?" Miranda asks and the guys groan a little, not wanting to hear the gossip.

Amelie looks up from her food with a raised brow.

"No, I haven't hear about it." Amelie takes another bite of the food, not really into the gossip aswell.

"Well, I heard he's very good looking. He transferred here this week." Miranda continues with a frown, she loves to gossip but she made the wrong friends.

One of the guys, Michael, strokes Mirandas arm comfortingly. They have been going out for a while now. Michael has dark brown hair and grey kind eyes.

The last guy, Trey, is just staring at his food clearly in his own world. He is usually daydreaming a lot, he always has messy blonde hair and the same navy blue colour as Crystal. They are twins and it's easy to see, both of them very quiet and obviously looking the same.

The bell to announce lunch break is over rings and the group stands from the table to go to their lockers. Amelie pulls the hood of her hoodie up and put her airpods in again. She contemplates if she is acually going to class or not while she stares the inside of her locker down. It's art, maybe she should acually attend. She takes her stuff from the locker and slowly make way to art class where she sits in the far back, away from everyone. Class starts and the teacher is talking about proportions.

Suddently the door to artclass is flung open and a guy walks in. He has black messy hair and icy blue eyes, he's tall and lean but judging by his biceps he's muscular. He just gives the teacher a look and walks to the back of the classroom, sitting next to Amelie. Amelie just keeps her eyes focused on the drawing she's doing, music in her ears made her not notice the guy coming in.

After class Amelie rushed out of class, she know her next class is math and she is not attending that, she goes to the locker and puts her stuff back in and then makes way to the football field. She sits by the tree and the tightness in her chest is increasing. The music is not holding her thoughts in place, her hands starts sweating and slightly shaking. Amelies chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

Deep breaths she thinks to herself, deep breaths. In... Out.... It's not working, her vision is blurry and her chest is hurting, the anxiety taking over. Amelie goes through her bag desperatley until she finds the little shiney pocketknife, she quickly takes off her hoddie and is left with her black tank top. She puts the knife against her upper arm and slowly drags the knife against her skin. It stings, but it's a good sting. Blood is slowly pouring out of the wound and she looks at it mezmerised. Amelie lets out a breath of relief, the hurt in her chest dampen and her body slowly relaxes as she cuts again. Amelie leans her head against the tree and closes her eyes, the stinging sensation makes her relax, the pain on her arm calming the hurt in her chest. Blood is still running down when she feels a hot and wet something running up her arm. Startled she opens her eyes to find out what's happening.

A guy is crouched down next to her licking away the blood on her arm, she's so chocked that she cant move. His black hair is messy, he has eyes red and pupils dialated. His tounge moves up her arm and stops at the cuts where he gently puts his plump lips and begin sucking and licking. Amelie is dumbstruck, who is this guy? Why is he doing this? She is stuck just staring at him and he looks into her eyes. Amelie can't seem to look away, he looks sad, pained even. His red eyes looking at hers like he's looking straight into her soul. A moment later he sits down next to her and wipes some of her blood from his mouth. She looks at her cuts and for some reason they have already started to heal. With big eyes she looks at the guy again, pulling her airpods from her ears.

"W-w-what was that?" she stutters, stroking the tips of her fingers against the cuts gently. Amelie looks the guy over, he's handsome. He has a defined jawline, slim nose, plump lips and now red from her blood. His then red eyes has gone back to a icy blue and his body is tall and lean but muscular. He has a black button down and black slacks.

He shrugs at her and wipes some of the blood from his lips.

"Forget about it." he says and looks at her seriously before getting up att slowly walking away.

Amelie is left by the tree stunned and wideeyed, what the hell just happened?