Forgotten Flames

Chapter 5

I gave him the money and went to my room. Luckily Abby wasn't there. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and say on the floor. I cried for a little while then with fierce determination I pulled off the cuffs and I cut. I could feel all the anger and sadness ad frustration pouring out of me as the blood spilled over my wrist. I cut more. Once all signs of emotion were gone I rinsed the knife and my wrists. The scars from my past cuts still remain visible with my recent ones. I slid the cuffs on, scrubbed the remaining blood off the floor an stuff and walked into the kitchen washed the knife thoroughly. My wrists still very sore from the fresh wounds, but I've learned to deal with it and move on. I put it back and heard the my phone ringing. It was an unknown number. My curiosity always gets the best of me and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Aria? Are you okay?" Said a male voice from the other line.

"Zeke. Leave me alone. Goodbye and good riddance."

"Wait! Before you hang up!"

"What?"

"What do I tell Ryder?"

"Umm... I don't know. How about the truth?"

"He'll chew my head off!"

"Not my problem. You can either lie and he'll wonder why didn't you drive me home and he'll call me and I'll tell and you'll still be in danger or tell him now and be in danger. Either way you lose and I'm happy."

"Look Aria. I'm really really so-"

"Don't you dare finish that thought, Zeke. Don't you dare."

"Why? I'm just trying to say I'm s-"

"No no no. Listen to me Zeke. You are not really sorry-"

"Yes I am! That's what I'm trying to tell you!"

"Listen to me! Your not. Your upset because I was hurt. Your not sorry. Or at least you don't have to be. I wish I'd drop dead too."

"No, Aria. Don't... Don't talk like that. I was stupid for saying that. Please don't talk like that. You sound suicidal." I am. I cut myself. I'm technically suicidal. "Did you get home alright?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"How did you even call me without me knowing? I have your number."

"Star 67. Only what I'd know you'd answer.... See ya later Heart Throb."

"Don't count on it." I growled and hung up. I plopped down on my bed and took off the cuffs staring at my scars. I've been cutting since I was 14. When life got too hard I would cut. The only person who knows about this is Ryder and I'd like it to stay that way. I still can see the scars of my first cut. I always know just to pierce the surface so I don't hit anything that could be fatal like a vein or an artery. If I did that then I'd either die or live with everyone knowing. I slid the cuffs back on and hugged my wrists to my chest and drifted off to sleep.

FYI I do NOT cut. I don't even know anyone who cuts. I just kinda guessed what it would be like at this. Don't hate me for this chapter.