Over the next few weeks I will be posting an online story. Please tend to read it and comment on it, in anyway possible. So for the first week I will be posting up Chapter One, hope you like it and please comment.
Thank you.
Sincerly,
Joan McClintock

Chapter One
A failed suicide

Joan was sitting in her room, her back to the wall. She just stared at the door waiting for someone, anyone to come and help her.
Her dark hazel eyes were covered by her auburn bangs and she was transfixed on the door of her room. Waiting.
She looked down and saw the bloody razor in her hand. Her reflection caught off of it, like a prism of light. Her wrists were slit and cut in an angle and blood oozed from the wounds.
Tears streamed down her face and onto her black shirt and jeans.
But these tears were not like any other, blood streamed down from her eyes and onto her clothes.
A stupid attempt at suicide she failed and just stared at the blood oozing onto the floor.
Her bedroom door slammed open and a tall, clean shaven, guy with dark brown hair came in. He was wearing a muscle shirt and had pretty brown eyes. He went to her in a flash and took the razor out of her hands and threw it across the floor and under the bed.
He held her and tears were now streaming down his face. She looked up to him and he brushed her bangs out of the way so that he could see her eyes.
He wiped away the blood stained tears and was now shaking at seeing her cut herself.
She got up, using the wall as balance and staggered to her bathroom. He helped her and ran the cold water under her arms and into the cuts and wounds.
He then helped bandage the cuts up, as she washed away the tears of blood.
When he was done, she turned around and as he held her, she began to shake into his chest.
She walked and led him to her bed and layed down on her back, being careful not to touch anything or getting something too close to her arms. As she layed down on the bed, he layed down beside her and held her to his body.
A dragon tattoo on his right arm and a eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow.
She stared at the ceiling and caught a glimpse of him staring down at her face.
She looked to him and he held her even closer to his body now.
"Joan," He said, "please stop doing that. It hurts me when you cut yourself. I love you and I don't want you to get hurt." as he stroked her face.
Joan just looked at him with watery eyes and replied "I can't help it...it's these damn pills my mother gives to me, to become smarter in school. I wanna kill myself, but can't knowing that you'll be heartbroken to see me go. So I'll stop."
She looked up and read his eyes, they read of agony and sorrow.
His eyes started to water and tears streamed down his face as he held her closer to his body.
She layed her head on his chest and listened to his soothing heartbeat. He intwined his fingers in her hair and within moments of the safety from him, she fell asleep in his arms.
As she slept, he looked down to her and kissed the top of her forehead. He stayed up and listened to her slow breathing in her sleep. He fell to sleep with her in his arms.

End of Chapter One.....
Thanks for taking your time and reading it.