She's Bad

Chapter 1: She's Sassy

I took a hold of the small silver blade that I had found in my sheds shelves. I placed it over the veins of my left wrist. My hand was shaking and I knew if I did this right now I wouldn't end up cutting my preferred area. My hand moved a couple centimeters closer to my wrist and right when the cold metal of the blade touched my bruised skin my bedroom door flew open.

I looked up from my arm to see Christian, my best friend since we were toddlers standing in my doorway with a look of sadness mixed with displeasure. He ran over to me and took a hold of my right hand.

"Alex what the hell are you doing? You're going to kill yourself! Are you crazy!" He burst out with the frustration he was holding. He took the blade from my grasp and pulled me into a bear hug. I immediately lifted my arms and wrapped them on his neck. I pulled him closer to me letting his body heat enclose me with the feeling of protection.

"It's okay," he cooed to my fragile state. I let the sobs I had been holding since the harassment and abusement that my father had given to me. The salt wet trails ran all over my cheeks and also managed to get on Christian's white t-shirt.

Christian soon started to smooth my blonde hair and whisper, "It's all over marshmallow." I let a small laugh out in between sobs as he called me the name he came up with when we were ten.

He started calling me that when I arrived at the first day of school wearing all white. White shirt, pants, shoes, backpack and bow. My mother had dressed me up that day. She thought since it was such a bright day the only way to make it brighter would be to wear white. A very eye-catching color in her opinion.

At the thought of my mother, my sobs became louder and the only thing keeping me together was Christian who kept on making me feel like an expensive porcelain doll.

"He tried something new today," I said as I started to calm down. Christian released me from the embrace and put both his hands on my upper arms.

"What did he do?" He asked with anger spitting out in every word.

"He thought that pushing me into the floor and taking advantage of me was a good idea." Sarcasm was the venom of every word in my sentence.

"I'm going to kill that-"

"He didn't do anything. I was able to escape him by hitting his head with a plate on the floor that I had dropped while falling." I was able to stop Christian from continuing his threat to my dad.

Christian had never liked my dad. Even when we were young and my dad would yell at me for doing something wrong Christian was always there to stand up for me. He was my wall that protected me in any way possible and because of that I loved him dearly. He was like the older brother that I always wanted.

"I can't keep acting like nothing is wrong Alexandra. He is a monster that needs to be put to a stop. Move in with me!" He sounded ecstatic at his last sentence but to his disappointment I declined his offer. I would never be able to leave my house. Not only because I was not yet legal by law at the age of seventeen but if I left I would be on my own looking for a way to survive. Chris would not be able to have me as a guest for long since he barely maintained himself with his low monthly wage pay he got from working at a small tattoo shop in town.

"Think about it, please." He stood up and then walked over to my closet and started to shuffle through my clothes.

"What are you looking for?" I asked as I stood up and walked to where he was.

"I'm looking for an outfit that you can wear to The Cove."

"What's happening at The Cove?"

The Cove was a place where people hung out and drank till they passed out. Bike races also happened there. It was a good place to let loose and just be wild and crazy.