Just Myself

Just Myself: Chapter Uno

 "God damn!" I shouted, hammering on the keyboard. "Why wont this close?!"

 I got up, and slammed the chair at the desk. I never was good with computers.

 As I headed upstairs, I started shaking. My heart beating faster.

 Grabbing my razor from underneath my make-up table, I thought about all the things that I might've done to trigger the episode.

 Getting angry didn't do it. Neither did anything else, I'd done.

 I though a few more mintutes, with no results.

 As I placed the razor on my wrist, I squeezed my hand into a fist, and closed my eyes. Dragging it slowly acros the soft skin on my arm . . .

 Tim . . . A distant voice echoed in my head.

 Of course! It was Tim. I mean, he hadn't done it himself; Caused the episode, I mean. But his name.

 Tim was my Claire's boyfriend. And Claire was my best friend.

 She'd recently started spending all of her time with him. Always talking to him. Telling him all of her problems.

 And it pissed me off.

FLASHBACK! (From like, ten minutes ago . . .)

 "Oh, hi, Aili! Claire isn't here right now. She's at the park with Tim. I'll have her call you back when she gets home, though. Ok?" Claire's mum, Amy chirped into the phone.

 "Alright. Thank you!" I replied, before hanging up the phone.

 Which park, I wondered. Was she at the Erving park, or the Turners park . . . ?

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

 Yeah. It was probably Tim.

 It wasn't that Tim was a bad guy. I actually kind of like'd him. Like a friend, may I specify.

 But I knew I'd never truly be a friend of his. Not while he was dating Claire. Or even after they broke up. Because if I did become his friend after, she'd kill me.

 Not that I really listened to her when she told me who I couldn't talk to. One of my best friend's was a guy she had an off -and-on friendship with.

 Come to think of it, I never really listened when she told me to do anything. Why would I, when she never listened to me? It was a two-way street, that she saw one-way.