Damaged Together

Chapter One

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I silently stare at the picture on my bedside as a tear slides down my face. I look down at my thighs and arms too look at the scars forever etched in the delicate skin. I gently run my finger over the slightly raised lines. I see the images of pulling the blade across my wrist flash through my head. I shake my head as if that will rid them. I lay my head on my pillow while tears hit the sheets and fall into a restless sleep with empty dreams.

All to soon I am jolted up by my alarm, signifying it is time for school. I rise out of bed slowly, dreading the day ahead, as usual. I walk over to my closet and look at the empty hangers realizing that I forgot to do my laundry. Of course.

I go to my drawers and pull out my last tanktop, I swiftly throw it on and pull on my jacket over my shoulders, making sure I cover my wrists and forearms. I scan my floor for a pair of jeans, I find a pair that I wore last week that I had never put in the laundry. I run to my closet and grab my black high tops and slide them on.

I walk to my connecting bathroom, glance in the mirror and let out a long sigh.

I hear my sister’s words echo in my head. Ugly. Worthless. Stupid. Fat.

I struggle to push the words out of my head and continue to tell myself to stay strong as I pull the brush through my hair. I reach for my heated straightener and run it over my long, wavy, brown hair. Once I am satisfied with my hair I quickly do my makeup. My daily routine is suddenly interrupted by my brother banging on the bathroom door from his room.

 “What Alec?!”

“Can’t you hurry up Alyssia?” he snaps.

“I’m doing my makeup. I will be done when I decide to be done.” I repond quickly. 

He quietly mutters rude names toward me but I block it out by putting in my headphones and blasting my music.

I finish my makeup and grab my backpack out of my room and walk downstairs with my headphones still in. They are suddenly ripped out of my ears. “What the hell-” I turn to see my mom standing there with the ear buds in her hand. “Sorry” I mutter in response to her disapproving look in regard to my language.

“You will not be eating breakfast with those in. You will eat with your family." She says in her usual business tone voice.

My stomach growls quietly. "I’m not hungry.” I lie. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care because she doesn't say anything as she rolls her eyes and departs into the dining hall.

The walk to school is quick but hot. By the time I get to my locker and dial in my combination I have a light dew on my forehead.

Suddenly, something from behind me hits me. Hard. My head ricochets into the metal locker door. Everything becomes very black around the edges and I hold on to the nearest thing for balance. My knees wobble beneath me.

 “Damn, I am so sorry.” I hear from behind me. They sound far away and their voice is partially distorted. I am able to turn to see a boy running away and another guy positioned 5 feet away from me before I black out and hit the floor.

I wake up in the nurse’s office with two people sitting on either side of the bed I am lying on. On my right is my brother, Alec, who walks out about the second I wake up with not a single word in my direction and to the left is the kid who I believe apologized in the hallway.