what's left of her

her pov

I wake up to my alarm early, i liked being up before everyone else who i lived with. I yawned checking my phone seeing he had read me off which slowly bought a sad look to my face. he was just tired i reassured myself. I looked in the mirror slowly as i thought to myself am i good enough for him ? Tears sprung to my eyes as i doubted myself and i paced to the bathroom quickly to shower. I undressed myself and turned on the hot water and as i entered the shower the string started. i loved the sting. It spread around my body reminding me of what i did which made me worry but it strangely made me feel better  it normally put me in fear. If my father saw i was dead! I got out the shower put on my longest jumper with a short skirt as it was only my arms that needed cover. I messaged him morning as it was the time he would normally wake up around now. he read the message and ignored me again. I walked downstairs and grabbed my keys and a slice of toast. My dad smacked my ass as i walked past "You ok darlin" . creep. i nodded and walked away fuck this, fuck him and fuck this house. I got in my car and i drove as fast as i could. As soon as i got there i ran to the bathroom to check i had my blade with me and a sigh of relief came when i did. I was still shaky because of the interaction with my dad but not as much. I sat in my seat and waited for him. I saw him and smiled but he gave me a disgusted look and sat down with her.