CK&C- Kates Break Off


The sound of the door handle turning made me jump. As quickly as I could, my pale, fragile hands threw the covers over my body. A tall, slim figure strode into the room with a smile plastered on her face that could only mean one thing. She had caught me up, once again. “Christina Michelle Casio Jones what are you doing up so late!” It wasn’t a question, really, as my mom kept going as she always did. “This is the third time this week I’ve caught you out of bed this late!” I grumbled slightly, feeling the sharp pain in my leg. Opening one eye, I glanced over at my alarm clock which read ‘3:44’ I sighed heavily. “I’m sorry mom, I couldn’t sleep.” My mom’s eyes were unconvinced as she glared down at me. Without hesitation she left the room. When I could hear silence again, I quickly through back the covers, and picked up the sharp object that was poking my thigh. Silently I sighed as I looked down at my razor. I opened my side drawer and shoved it inside, along with a few other things I had in my lap.

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My name is Christina Michelle Casio Jones, I am fifteen years old, and I am going into grade ten at Umax High school. I live in Washington, IN, United States. I have black hair with dark red highlights. It was my birthday present from my best friend Julia Sykes. We both dyed are hair the same colour, now we practically look like twins. I live with my mother, and her husband, and my little brother. My older sister moved out last year. She’s nineteen. My brother is eleven years old. He’s going to Umax middle school. I’m quite short. I am about 5’6”, if that. The worst part about me, I find, is my weight. I weigh 210 pounds. Recently I have lost a lot of weight though, and then I gained it back. I’ve been trying to do the whole ‘puking’ thing, but its just stupid. The only place that gets you is the hospital.
For the past while now I have been getting up late a night, mostly because I’ve been having really bad dreams, and other times because I just cant sleep. Usually I stay up on my computer that is in my room, though. See, I don’t have many friends. Julia is my best friend at the moment, because everyone else I used to be friends with ditched me. Except for those online. See, I’m quite popular online. I have many friends, and a few of them I plan on meeting. Like my friends; Samantha, James, and Courtney. They have been there for me, for like ever. I love them a lot. See, I have a major problem. I’m in denial. Recently I’ve started doing something that is probably worse then puking up your food. My parents fight a lot, as do my step dad and I. We don’t get a long, you see. It’s been tough, but I guess it’s not that bad. The thing is, the way I block out my pain is by hurting myself. I know it isn’t good. I’ve tried to stop, too. See, one day I was playing with a safety pin and tried to get it through the top layer of my wrist. You know, that ‘dead’ skin those boys are always putting sharp objects through. Like pins and needles. Anyways I tried to do that in my wrist, and it slipped, and poked right into my skin. I took it out, and there was a long scratch. It started bleeding. I loved the sensation it brought. I played with the pin in my mouth a bit longer, and then did whatever it is I do every day. Go on the computer. I started talking to some people who were ‘depressed’ and found out they did it too. See, recently. Well, no, actually, all my life my parents have been fighting. First my mother and father, and now my stepfather and mother. It isn’t nice. My step dad can get pretty physical when he’s drinking or angry. A lot of problems have gone down in this very house. Even out of the house my so called ‘parental figures’ have fought. Yet always the alcohol is in the picture. My mom is an alcoholic, and a smoker. So is my step dad. I think they are in denial though. Because every time I tell them they drink too much, they totally rip out my throat. Don’t they see what it’s doing to them? I guess not. It’s sad, really. But that is their problem. I can’t wait until I move out in three or so years, but before I get ahead of myself, I want to take you back a few years, to when I was about twelve.

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“Christina Jones?” As I heard my name, my thoughts were turned towards the teacher. I knew I was supposed to say something, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. “Yes, Mr. Moreno?” My teacher’s brow furrowed as he looked at me. “I asked you, who was Abraham Lincoln?” My eyes grew wide. Who was he? I looked around the small room; the entire class was looking straight at me, including my crush. I blushed lightly, and thought for a second. “Abraham Lincoln...was…A president?” Phewf. That must have been right, because he looked away towards my crush, which he asked, “And what happened to him?” I listened intently to the amazing voice of my crush and started daydreaming.
It was mid-June, almost the end of sixth year at Manning Elementary. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Thankfully, I had only one more year before I made my way to the junior, which was just down the street. I had a few friends and acquaintances that I knew at school, most of which I never really talked to, but hung out with once and a while. I never really spent time with the kids at school, unless it was to invite them to my birthday party. There was only one person in the whole wide world- the only person that I could count on. I didn’t know it then, but I loved her like a sister. We did everything together. Slept over at each other’s houses, phoned each other, went to movies, hung out. Everything imaginable. Her name was Caitlin Edwards. She did not go to my school though. She had moved a ways away and had been told to attend Rotarians Grocers Middle School; She met new friends.