A Kiss on the Wrists

Chapter 1

     Knock knock knock!

     I woke up from my deep dream of being free.

     So you wonder... what do I mean by free?
     Hi, my name is Piper Wood. I cut myself and I get abused by my stepmother. My real mother died giving birth to me, and my dad fell in love with one of the nurses. What makes him a douche? The fact that he fell in love with a baby in his hand, right after his wife just died giving birth to it. I used to live in Ohio USA, where all my friends live. Until we moved to England. School is horrible. I get bullied everyday. I get punched, kicked, bruised, etc. I also have no friends because I'm just that quiet girl in the back of the classroom who does nothing but stare at her cuts and scars the whole day, embarrassing herself when the teacher calls her name, not knowing what they were "teaching" us. After school I get beat up by Ashleigh Taylor, aka "Little Miss Perfect". Her golden yellow locks and green eyes totally makes all the boys in school swoon. Then there's me. Fat, brown wavy hair, and dark brown eyes, which make all of the boys in school want to throw up. Then I get home to another "surprise" of my dad being at work and my stepmother drowning herself in beer, waiting to beat the shit out of me.

Back to reality...

     "Piper Wood if you don't get out of bed this instance I will come in there and slap the fuck out of you!" screamed my sober stepmother Missy Walker from the other side of the door. Knowing she would actually come in and do that, I got up, opened the door and said:

"I'm awake bitch."

     Bad mistake. The bitch basically threw her hand at my face, leaving my cheek bright red with five fingerprints. I ignored the pain, grabbed my towel, and made my way towards the bathroom. I twisted the knob so that the water was steaming hot, and stepped into the shower until I realized there was no soap. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I knew if I asked Missy to get me some she'd probably slap me again, so I got out of the shower, put on my robe, and stepped into the foggy bathroom. I moved my hands around, searching for the soap, until I slipped on a puddle and fell on my butt, hitting my head on the wall and hitting my feet on the sink cabinets. I cursed under my breath, got up, found the soap, and stepped back into the shower like nothing happened.

     Once I stepped out the door, I felt the cold breeze hitting my face. I unlocked my car and sat in it, opening a secret cabinet containing all of my knives, blades, scissors, and other weapons of self harm. I took one of the blades, held out my wrist in front of me, and without hesitating,

pressed the blade down on my skin.