Everything Has Changed

Chapter 2: Fights and Art.

A/N: Hey guyss! Chapter 2 is hereeee! Nikki wanted me to update soooo yeah! NIKKI IF YOUR READING THIS UPDATE THE OTHER STORY AND ALSO HII LOVE YOUUUU. Okay continue on. 

“You seriously need to stop controlling me!” My father screams.

 

“Well, I’m sorry. I want our family to get along. You're either out somewhere drinking or sleeping and doing nothing every day!” My mother yells, and I hear another glass item being thrown.

 

I run upstairs, trying avoid their arguments. Which works, most of the time. I sit in the corner of my room, rocking back and forth. My phone rings at the side,

 

-Marcus calling-

 

“H-hello, Marcus, t-their fighting again. I-I don’t think I can handle it anymore.” I cry.

 

“Shhh, it’s okay. Riley, everything will get better. I know you won’t want me to go there so, listen to music, very loudly, and read.” He says, calmly.

 

I hang up, slowly getting up from the floor. I never really listened to what Marcus said. I did the opposite, a problem nobody knew about.

Third Person’s POV:

 

As she headed to her bathroom, which was connected to her room, she could hear her parents throw more items to each other.

 

She reached towards the knob of the bathroom and turned. Opening her side mirror, a hidden compartment was opened, and inside was a container. Inside that little container was, her paintbrush. AKA her razor. She takes it out, slowly sliding down the wall of her bathroom wall.

 

“I can’t do this anymore” She says to herself.

 

She begins to drag the blade across her arm, the blood slowly dripping down and onto the floor. Riley lets out a small wince, the pain finally getting to her.

 

She slides the blade a few more times, adding 20 new lines. Whispering a few insults to herself as she went. She patched up the wounds and started getting ready for bed. Her homework has been finished since Marcus' house, so all she had to do was head to bed. After she had her pj’s on and brushed her teeth, she headed off to bed.

 

Riley’s POV:

 

*Next Morning*

 

The sun shined through my curtains, as I slowly stretch to wake up my body. I headed into the bathroom, I saw bags were under my eyes. The cuts from last night were seeped through the bandage so, I replaced it with a new one. I got my clothes on and my makeup ready, and headed down the stairs. A note was neatly placed on the table,

 

Sweetie, I know your father and I have been fighting quite a lot, so we decided to go to rehab once again. I apologize for the ruckus we made and the mess was quite horrible. We sorted out a few details and now we are staying at the housing clinic for 2 months.

 

With love, Mom and Dad <3

I slightly scoff and walk into the kitchen. I grab a granola bar and head out the door.

A/N: So, I know the updates are small but, I want to make them many parts I can. Lol. And my 'Partner in Crime' wanted me to update. But yeah.

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