Yet again, I came upon the huge house that I once drunkenly stumbled upon.
I got out of the car, the girl holding my hand as we enter. A dog came running to us and it circled me.
I looked down at it and kneeled to its size.
I've always have a thing for dogs. They were so cute and their fur was so soft. I stretched my hand out to the dog and it sniffed my hand. After some time it came underneath my palm, making it rest on its head. I pet the dog with a smile on my face and looked up to the girl who was looking down to the dog and I.
"Kuma." she said.
I nodded.
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"So you're the one who...bought me?"
"No I sold you." She replied with sarcasm.
"Sorry for asking, damn."
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I was sobbing in my room. I don't know no one here. The girl that bought me treats me like crap and she always snap at me every time I ask her. Despite that tho, I try and try to talk to her, but she just keep pushing me away.
Its hard. I honestly try, but it seems as if I don't matter.
Like I'm not needed.
Clearly I wasn't.
It's time to end this torture and misery I was going through.
-TW -> blood, self harm, acts of suicide
I was taking a shower. No clothes, No nothing.
I took up the stick razer and sat down underneath the shower and twirl it in my hand, examining it. I sigh and open the razor and took out the blade-well crack it.
I flipped the razor between my fingers and trailed it over my wrist, letting out a soft hiss when the hot water touched it. Blood trickled down my skin and I smile in satisfaction.
Continuing making marks and long lines on my hands and thighs, I went as far as to make the devil's sign on my hand.
I started to feel light headed.
The razor fell from my hands and my body fell also.
Black dots starting to cloud my vision and I soon lost consciousness, with a small smile on my face.
-Jennie-
Her presence not being here was strange.
Normally she'd be downstairs now, asking me questions, witch I'd refuse to answer. I didn't want to be close to her because I find it weird that as soon as Bam told me that someone was going to knock at my door and describe the person, the door was knocked on, then the description fits her perfectly.
Sus.
1 Hour later.
This was getting worrying, so I went upstairs to her room. Of course, I knocked three time and heard no answer. I knocked harder on the door.
No answer.
I gritted my teeth and open the door.
She was no where in sight.
That was...weird.
All her windows were closed the shower was heard running.
Oh-ok.
Still, I called out to her.
"Lisa!"
"Lisa!"
No answer.
"LALISA! Goddammit." I yelled.
I walked into the bathroom and open the door. I was about to yell at her when I didn't see her. I walked closer to the shower and saw blood running in the shower and Lisa on the ground, unconscious, with blood on her body and freshly made marks.
"Shit." I cursed and quickly take her up, and grab a towel and throw it over her body. I ran out of the bathroom and quickly make it to my room and rested her on the bed.
I went in the bathroom, open the cabinet and took out the first aid kit I have for emergencies.
I opened it when I reached in the room and froze a bit.
Hollup-
Nope. I won't look. That'd look bad.
I saw red dot on the towel and immediately got back to whatever was ahead.
