The cuts

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Chapter 2

No one cares anymore that's just it! I'm alone now, I'm off by my own. With no one absolutely no one. But I'm stuck behind the shadows no body can tell. Because no body gets it, why I'm like this, why i do the things i do. I walk over to my bed and let out a sigh. Don't do this i tell myself. Don't do this to yourself Bailey. Its only going to hurt you in the long run. I tell myself this all the time, and every time I don't listen. I rummage through all my draws and find a broken piece of glass. I find it and smile because i know that soon enough all the pain from the day will be gone. I roll up my sleeve and cut a into my skin leaving a hole in my wrist oozing with blood. The red liquid is riding down my skin slowly but surly. I cut another slice into my skin and let them both bleed out. Something over powered me and i went ballistic. Cutting gaping holes all over my wrist and my upper arm. I get a calming sensation and   i lay there on my bed letting all the blood slide off my wrist and pour onto my bed. Not even noticing but i was slowly drifting off into a deep sleep. I woke up hearing the sound of my beautiful, intelligent mothers voice.  The pounding that was at my door gave me a headache.

" Bailey! Are you home? I know you are in there. Don't ignore me Bailey I am your mother and you treat me with respect." My mom said in a stern voice.

" I'm here mom sorry i feel asleep i didn't know you were calling me." I said in a very low voice that got even lower when i looked down  at my wrist. It looked like a 2 year old decided to take a red marker and scribbled all over my arm.

" Okay well I'm going back out soon. Me and your father have a business meeting till late so ill put out some food and you can cook it up and eat it for dinner tonight." My mom says sounding like she is in a rush.

" Okay mom." I say just trying to end the conversation.

My room now smells like pure blood. I get up a little light headed and look down at my bed which was now covered in blood. Ignoring my also blood stained clothing i walk over the the bathroom that is connected to my room. I grab the air freshener and sprayed every inch of my room with it. Thank god for that. I rip off the clothes i had on which were sticky and gross. I hop into the shower and flinch at the way the water touches my new cuts. Suck it up i tell myself. I needed to get off all that excess blood. I took probably the fastest shower Ive ever taken in my life. I walked over to my closet and grabbed the baggiest sweater i owned and pulled it over my head. It was old and a worn out tan color. I also took out a pair of jeans and slipped into them. I turned around stripped my bed and threw all the sheets in the small pile i made with my bloody clothing. Now i just have to wait till my mom leaves to go do some laundry.

 Janisse:Please tell me what you think. Sorry if anyone did no like this chapter i know that this is not what most people like to read :/

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