"I'll do whatever I want, Jeremy. My life, not yours." I said angrily and walked away. I couldn't believe how mean I had just been to him.
I got home that day and went to my room. My bedroom was now my home, it kept me away from food and people, my second worst enemy. I looked at the phone. I felt like I should call and apollogize to Jeremy. I held the phone in my hand. Again I noticed the now purple scars on my wrists. I had cut myself this morning again before school and it had scarred over. I looked at my bloody scissors on my desk and then down to the phone. My eyesight was blurry... I was crying.
I didn't know why, either. It was like I had lost all connection from my brain to my eyes. Or maybe I had just cried so much lately I didn't notice it. I wiped them away and started dialing Jeremy's number. I reached the last number and pushed it slowly. I put the phone to my ear and listened to it ring. It rang about 5 times, and right when I was about to hang up, someone picked up.
"Hi, is Jeremy there?" I asked.
"This is." he said back. His voice sounded different... almost as if he had been crying.
"What's wrong Jeremy?" I asked, concerned.
"You. You're the one doing something wrong, Kers. I tried to help you and you blew me off. Go ahead, don't eat. You're killing yourself, Kersey. You really are. I cannot believe after almost 8 years of friendship, you blow me off. What is wrong with you, Kersey?" he asked softly.
"I... I... I don't know. Jeremy please don't worry. I'm okay, really, I am." I said. I wanted him to understand what I was feeling. I wanted him to walk a mile in my shoes. See how I feel.
"Well think it over Kersey. We've already lost Olivia and I cannot lose you, too." he said. I could tell he was holding back tears. He hung up. I put the phone down and a tear fell onto the bloody sleeve of my sweatshirt.