Young Writers Society

Wrists are for bracelets, not cutting. 

<3 Kellin Quinn

This story is kind of long, so enjoy reading it!

Rei’s point of view:

I stood only inches from the edge of the building, from my finally breath, and final tear. I look at the scars on my wrist,and think this is what I want. I know this is what I want, but there is something holding me back, I want to jump, but why couldn’t I just do it? At the time I didn’t know. I took a step back, of the ledge and feel to my knees, I was crying, I didn’t know why though. I sat of the roof, and thought about my past, how I ended up here, and here is my story.

I was happy, and bright, and really worried about my grades, and I wanted to go to college, and get a good job. I also wanted to play an instrument, and sing, and be everything. I would sit at home, I would do all of my work, and I would practice my singing, Jackie (My best friend) would come over, and we would sing together, and he would teach me the guitar. He was what many people called an “emo”. He was always depressed, except he says not when I was around, and he hoped I never suffered like he did. He was always teased for wearing skinny jeans, and listening to “weird” bands, and wearing black eyeliner. He had black hair that covered one eye, and he had to constantly flip it. Many people called him gay, and they made fun of him for it. Everybody told him to kill himself, and to go cry to your slutty girlfriend. his face turned red, and he would stay ask me to stay with him for a couple days, and I would. he didn’t have a girlfriend, so he knew they would talk about me when they told him to go cry to his girlfriend.

For days on end, I would stay with him, because I was terrified of what he might do, I was scared he would kill himself. On the days that I wasn’t there, I would text him all the time, and he would call me, and we would talk, I would sit in the bathroom during class, and I felt like I was cared about, I loved it.

At one point, I was hanging out with my boyfriend, and he just ended it. He said he loved someone else, and I was just a placeholder. I was so confused, I thought we had had something. I was wrong, he walked away from me, and left me there. I knew at that point, I was an unwanted “placeholder.” I texted James, and he came and brought me to his house. I cried, I knew I looked like an idiot, but I had thought he loved me, and I was stupid. James just sat there, holding me close to him, whispering that I will be fine, and he holds me in a hug for a while. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to breath normal, I was crying so hard.

The next day I woke up to my phone ringing, it was my parents who I haven’t talked to for a while, because like everyone else, they had started to hate me. They said I needed to get home as soon as possible. James woke up, and held me and asked if I was ok, and he held me in his arms. At that point I should have told him I had loved him, but I didn’t, and I can’t believe how stupid I was for it. He walked me in, and said hi to my parents when we got to my home. My parents started to scream at me, as if I had never stayed out all night. They hit me and pushed James out the door. They beat me and screamed at me.

I went to my room that day and cried for my ex-boyfriend, and the fact that my family hated me. I wanted to have James tell me it was going to be fine, even though we both knew it wasn’t. I tried to text him, but he ignored the text for a while, then he texted back finally, and we texted for hours until I fell asleep.

One day, I was texting him, and he just stopped responding and I called him, and he never responded. I started to get really worried, so I snuck out of my house and I went to his. He wasn’t there, I called him again, and once again, he didn’t respond. I waited at his house, and he never showed up. I went home and climbed into my bed, and cried, knowing what he had done. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do without him. He was like my guardian, and I loved him.

James’ point of view:

She cried for ages, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Her parents told me that if I ever talked to her again, they would tell the cops I hurt her. I couldn’t risk it, I loved her. I went to her window and listened to her cry. I was wishing for ages that I could help her, but I couldn’t.

The next day, I knew she would come and look for me, so I left my house for a couple hours. I hated doing this to her, and I knew it wasn’t right, but she was everything to me. As I am getting home, I see Rei running from my house crying. She thought I was dead.

I dropped everything and I started after her, forgetting what could happen. I slowed down as I neared her house, and remembered, I fell to my knees, silently sobbing. I walk back to my house and lay on the floor for a while.

About 3 months after I had to stop talking to her, I see her, her hair is jet black and her eyes are rimmed largely with black makeup. She is wearing skinny jeans, and a ripped up tight long sleeve shirt. She had bruises and cuts all over, and she looked like she hadn’t eaten in ages. She had been crying recently, I could tell because her anxiety was making her shake. That only happened when she was crying. She was walking with a guy, who I recognized easily, because he is the one who ruined my life. It was her father and he slapped her across the face and told her to go get something. I don’t know what though. He looked back and saw me, and grabbed her by her hair and told her to stay by him.

Rei’s point of view:

I hadn’t eaten for 2 and a half months. I refused to, because I thought James hated me. He was my life, and I needed him, and he never showed up. I had been diagnosed with depression, and I knew which way I was heading, I was gonna match James. I didn’t mind, he looked good like an emo, but I wasn’t sure I would. I soon started cutting every time I thought about James, and every time I wanted to cry about him, I put a new cut on my wrist.

I tried to end my suffering with an overdose on antidepressants, and I cut deep into my wrists. I never died though, and I couldn’t do this anymore. I walked away from my father, and started heading to the tallest building near me, I climbed the stairs, and came put on to the roof. I step up to the ledge and I end up here, crying, and hating myself and remembering why.

James point of view:

I followed her, I saw her back down off the ledge, and I run up. I wrap my arms around her crying and holding her. At first she is stunned, but soon realizes what is going on. She looks at me and cries even more, and holds me back. She is crying, and holding me like she used to. I held her close to me, and pressed my forehead against hers and whispered “I love you.” She laughed and held my hand and pressed her lips to my nose, and said “I love you too.”

I knew her father would nearly kill her, so I asked if she wanted to come live with me, she smiles and laughs and cries at the same time, and says she would love to.

That night, I took her home and snuck in her window to help her pack. We left, her hand in mine. I got in the car and kissed her forehead softly and told he, “Never give in.” She laughed because it was her favorite song by Black Veil Brides, and she said “I couldn’t Savior,” she knew it was my favorite song by Black Veil Brides.

Cause its the end, and I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die. 

-Black Veil Brides In The End