That Girl (Part 2)

Chapter 23

I opened the door and looked into my bedroom. A place that meant so much to me in the last few months. The one place I felt safe. I felt like me. I dont even know who 'me' is anymore. I dropped my bag to my side, in the middle of the door way and took a few steps forward. I sniffed, I had cried almost the entire ride home. I looked at the walls, covered in pictures and posters, meaningful things to me. But what did they mean?

I walked over to my desk and looked in the mirror for a second. Then in a swift movemet I pulled it off the wall and threw it to the floor, It smashed to pieces and all the bits of paper on the back were sticking out everyway. I looked back to the desk and threw almost everything that was on there to the floor. I grabbed the teddybear that sat on my couch and threw it out the window. Everything I saw I threw against the wall, or even to the floor, The only ting that was left was my 'Last words' replica By Jose Limon. My favouriate picture. I got it for my birthday when I was 12, Ive loved it ever since. I used tolook at it and imagine myself being photographed like that. "A perfect positin, for a perfect dancer." I whispered. It hung above my bed, It was big but not huge. I stood on my bed and stood directly in front of it. I used two fingers to trace her movements on the canvas. I looked to my hands and saw blood dripping. I had cut myself on the glass from the mirror somehow. It was deep and I think I might need stitches. I jumped down from my bed and looked at the mess in my room. It was ugly, My room had never been ugly like this before.

"I like your room.....It shows your personalitly." Daniel had told me that the first time he was here. Last night I think.

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"How did this happen?" Ms Mcall asked as she picked up a needle.

"I just cut it on some broken glass." She nooded and jabbed the needle into my hand where the cut was. She was looking at me for a reaction but I didnt give one. I felt the small pain but I couldnt react to it.  Then she started to stitch it up.

"I havent seen you around a lot lately, what have you been up too?" She asked but I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ive been around." She sighed.

"Some thing is  wrong with the teenagers in this town, Your all acting odd lately."  I hadntt looked at her once my eyes stayed glued tothe door. I was staring for  no particular reason.

"Midterms." I said simply. She scoffed.

"Yeah. I called your dad by the way. Hes coming to pick you up. Did you drive here?" I nodded, not really caring about what she was talking about. "Really? It must have been painful on your hand."

"Not really." I said quietly. I finally looked away from the door and to my hand that she was almost finished with.

"Your full of words today Haylie." She joked but I didnt move. "Are you sure your okay?" I could tell she was actually worried. I looked up to her.

"Im fine." I lied. She accepted my lie and let go of my hand. I looked down to it and it wasnt pretty. She had done a good job on stiching it but It still looked ugly. "Thank you." I said standing up and walking out of the room with her on my tail.

"Its my job hun. But you cant leave yet. I need your dad to sign some papers." As if on cue.

"Haylie!" My dad was jogging towards us. "What happened are you okay?" I looked him in the eyes.

"Im fine." He nodded and looked towards melissa. 

"Is there anything else or can I take her home?"

"I drove." I interrupted. "I can drive myself home." He shook his head and signed the papers melissa were holding. I sighed and we walked out ofthe hospital. The minute we walked out three men came towards us. Derek, Daniel and Josh. "Haylie are you okay?" They all asked in different ways. My dad sighed and looked at Derek.