Highschool 6-10

6. Break
She fell forward onto her knees and screamed in pain as she fell to her side grasping her left shin and biting her lip hard as she cried out again. Tears gushed to her eyes and burst past her lashes down her cheeks. A whistle was blown hard and she could hear her team mates running towards her and she was suddenly in a whirl of green soccer jerseys and grass stained knees and socks. She was panting hard breaths mixed with painful groans as the coach and referee burst through the hovering crowd of girls.
"What happened?! What hurts?" Th girls began quickly explaining in rushed scrambled tones what they saw happen.
"My knee!" she cried hard. She screamed out as the coach made an attempt to move it.
"It's definitely broken. Do you think you can move?" She shook her head hard. "You better call an ambulance. I don't want to hance moving her. What happened?"
She opened her eyes. "Something hit my leg and it really hurt. Then I fell on it and I felt something jerk out of place," She cried, panting hard through gritted teeth. "How bad?" She looked over to him in time to see his regretful pursed lips. He sighed and shook his head.
"Bad."

7. Heaven
"Let's play seven minutes in heaven!" Heather chirped popping up in her seat. I looked to her alarmed before quickly shaking my head.
"Umm, n-no that's alright," I laughed nervously. Was she trying to make a fool of me???
"I think it sounds like a good idea. "
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
"It's better than what we're doing."
I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at her and she just grinned, raising her brows twice, and jumped up to stand. "Let's play it spin the bottle style. I'll go get the bottle." She 'yay'ed and ran out of the room and I quickly scrambled after her.
"Heather, What're you doing?!" I asked appalled. "Jared is here. Why would you suggest this?"
"'Cause you wouldn't make a move otherwise." I pouted and she 'ah-ha'ed as she found the bottle and quickly yanked at my hand running back out to the room. I took a deep breath and could barely breathe through each spin of the botttle until it came to my turn. I smiled and knew I could at the very least direct it away from him. I smiled hesistantly and spun the bottle with what I assumed would be just the flick of the wrist, but the bottle was ten times lighter than I expected. It spun and spun and spun and finally slowed down. Heather was glowing.
"Jared!"
I could feel the fire burning in my face and my hands begin to shake. Seven minutes in heaven with Jared. Crap.

8. Away
"Away."
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "May I please have a real, non-smartass answer?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because, I don't like you." I gritted my teath and sucked in a deep breath.
"Look, this is important. I need to talk to him. Can you please tell me where he went."
"I already told you." I was about to have aheart attack and sighed irritated.
"Did I do something to piss you off, Marissa?" She looked up at me. Well, looked up is a loose term. It was more like glared at me briefly with the wish that I'd go burn in hell for eternity. But she looked right back down. "Is it because I'm dating him?" She rolled her eyes and continued texting. I growled and grabbed her phone covering it while it was in her hand so she couldn't see it. "Look, I don't care if you hate me. Honestly, I don't care for you either. But I need to see him now. It's important." I emphasized with growing irritation.
"Let go of my phone."
"Tell me where he is." She tried to yank her phone away and I glared when she couldn't.
"He's in the cafeteria, Ok?"
I smirked and released her phone. "Thankyou."

9. Cut
The knife was there. The glistening of the light in the blade just begging for those sharpened edges to be used. Begging. The wooden handle felt warm and inviting in her palm, the metal of the blade cool and collected. The sharp tip looked dangerous, exciting. That small object held all the ingredients that spelled her escape. She looked down at her sleeves rolled up to her forearm, then down to her thighs, sleep pants rolled high. Her tears had been stilled for hours now and only emptiness ensued. Only emptiness. So she pressed that thin tip down hard against her thigh. So hard. Blood quickly gushed to the surface and with only the slightest of winces she dragged that blade up her skin. Then she started over on fresh skin. The pain wasn't there. Only the feeling of relief. The weight on her chest finally gone. She could breathe. She decorated her thighs. And with a soft breath she drug the blade down her wrists. Not hard enough for damage. She knew she was too weak for suicide. But just hard enough to ensure her inner pain could be released through the physical pain she created. It nearly made her feel joyful. Happy. Nearly.

10. Breathe
Just breathe. You can do this. You've spent the last two months of your life preparing and practicing for this. YOu know every line, every cue, the entire script by memory. Each peace of furniture is in it's place so you won't trip... "So why can't I breath!?" I gasped shaking my head and staring myself down in the mirror. I wished I could splash water on my face but then I'd ruin the stage make-up. "Just breathe," I whispered trying to massage the sickening twists in my stomach.
"Kenzie, what're you doing in here?" Sammah asked poking her head into the bathroom.
"Trying not to puke," I grumbled exaggerating a frowney face.
"Ah, jeez, Kenzie. You'll do fine," she sighed leaning on the counter. "They're just kids from school. It's no problem."
I fought back the sudden surge of tears. "Sammah, I don't think I can do this," I choked squeezing my stomach.
"Kenzie, look at me." I slowly did as she said. "You'll do fine. Just breathe."