The Bianchi's Missing Piece

Chapter 3

Aria's POV:

I've been sitting in this chair for the last three hours, my head is pounding, my ribs feel as tho they are being eaten from the inside out, and my thigh is in some of the most excruciating pain it's ever been in. I've been debating whether or not I should ask if I can use the restroom, that way I can bring my bag and take some painkillers. The last time I took them was when I woke up this morning so I am more than past due to take some. If I don't ask now, I think I'm going to die before I even get to my next foster home.

Hmm, actually, that doesn't sound to bad...

Wait no, if I can survived John, I can survive the next.

No you can't, your a weak little bitch. No one wants you anyways. Kill your self. Your a waste of space and a fat ugly whore.

Shut up

Slut

Shut up

Fat

Shut up!!!

Kill your self!

SHUT UP!!!

I can't take it anymore. Julie readjusts herself in her seat for the millionth time and I take it as my chance.

"May I use the restroom?" I kindly and quietly ask.

"Of course! Just go out the door then to the left, and you should see a bathroom sign!" She reply's

"Kay thanks" and with that I grab my bag and head to the bathroom hoping she won't question me.

I open the door to the bathroom and say a mental thank you for having it be a single bathroom instead of stalls.

Once I lock the door I immediately pull out my painkillers, down two and then search for one of my razors. As I pull one out, I roll up my sleeves on my left arm and make a long cut on my forearm where there's room. I make a new cut for each piece of baggage in my life.

John abusing me

Cut

John raping me

Cut

Being a slut

Cut

Not having the will power to kill myself

Cut

Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

I slice my final cut as I let out a pleasurable sigh, tilting my head back, and letting the feeling do it's thing. I already feel better. Like my whole mood was lifted, between the drugs and the shiny sliver blade slicing right through my tender skin, I feel ready to see what my next foster home will look like. I quickly wash the dripping blood off my arm and grab a damp paper towel to clean up the blood that had dripped onto the floor. I then pack everything away, and head back to the room that Julie is in.

I turn the knob on the door and see that Julie is in the same chair she was in before, but now has a piece of paper in her hand that she is reading off of. I sit in my chair once again, only for her to look at me with a big smile on her face.

Oh god, I bet she's so happy because she thinks she found a "suitable" foster home for me.

"Aria! I think you'll be please to hear, I have gotten your blood work result back and it turns out you have a relative willing to take custody of you!" Julie state's enthusiastically.