Standing Up

Part 6

I marched down the side walk that led to my house. Luckily, Trent had driven me about 5 houses down the block before I suddenly jumped out from the prison he called a car.

"BELLE, STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME!" He continually shouted.

But I kept trudging on until I reached my old, red front door and secured myself inside my home. Keeping me safe from his dominant grasp.

As I stepped in, I immediately made sure the lock on our door was fastened shut. With that, I stomped upstairs and threw myself into my room, slamming the door behind me. I fell onto my bed and curled up into a fetal position. That's when my tears poured uncontrollably, soaking my face and puffing my eyes.

This was one of the worst days of my life.

How could Tori do this to me? Because of her, Brittany wants to kill me! Plus, Trent is acting all weired....I don't even know what to think about him practically molesting me in his car.

...and

Harry. What about him? I don't even know what Harry and I are anymore.

I can't take this.

I push myself out of my bed and drag myself into my bathroom.

Mom is at work. She'll never find out if I cut just a little bit...

I began to rummage through the drawers looking for a razor that offered a sharp, clean blade.

In my haste, I slice the thin skin of my thumb with an unseen razor at the bottom of the drawer. I pull my thumb up to my mouth to suck on the small wound.

"Ouch." I muttered.

But I probably didn't mean that. The pain that comes with cutting, is my escape. I good way to describe it would be the phrase; "it hurts so good". The cuts on my arm barricade me from the rest of the world and the pain that society bombards me with.

I dig my hand a little deeper into the drawer and pull out the razor. I popped out the blade, and sat down on the white, porcelain lid of the toilet.

My cries and sniffles continue to flow down my red cheeks as I tilt my head back and the small silver blade digs deep into my arm.

Over and over I deliver sharp, short slits to my arm and watch the slowly flowing red liquid drip onto my legs,along with the salty tears that fell from my eyes.

The sensation of the pain derived from the blade, felt amazing. My now, cold skin oozed the scarlet liquid, indicating that I was still alive. Even though I was practically dead inside.

After a while more of the cuts, I wrapped up my arm in a cool damp paper towel and return to my room. I apply pressure until the bleeding stops and my marks scab up.

I have nothing else to do, so I flip on the TV and watch whatever is on at the moment. When suddenly, I get a phone call.

"Hey Belle, it's Harry. Can I walk over to your house really quick? We need to talk."

I was a bit puzzled at his sudden want to talk to me, but I figure that it couldn't hurt to have someone over here. Maybe, I do have a friend left...

"Sure, Harry. See you in a second."

I hung up my phone and quickly ran over to my dresser. I peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it carelessly aside. I slipped on a long sleeved, dark blue sweater to cover my fresh scars. I almost immediately heard a loud knock at the door.

With that, I rushed downstairs and swung the door open to Harry standing before me.

"Hey Belle." He said.

"Hey" I said motioning him to step in.

"I just really need to talk to you about everything. I know that Brittany blew up on you at school today and I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Im fine..."

"O-oh okay. Good. And um about the other night at my house, I don't want things to be awkward between us okay? I really do want us to be best friends again. Just like we used to be."

"I Agree, Harry."

"Good." He smiled.

"Yeaa soo you broke up with Brittany today? Why is that?"

"Oh yea. I just think she's become a pretty horrible person to be around. She changed allot."

"Yea..."

"Well I've got to get back home. Dinner is on the stove. Bye." He smiled and waved while stepping out the door.

"Bye." I smiled back.

I didn't even walk 3 steps away when I heard a knock at the door. Confused, I slowly opened it to find harry standing there again.

"Forget something?" I asked curiously.

"Uhm yea actually. Tomorrow night I'm throwing a party. I just wanted to know if you'd like to come? It starts at 8:00." He asked.

"Sure. I'll try and make it." I answered.

"Great! Well, bye then." He said.

"Bye!" I replied.

I walked over to my couch and plopped down.

Well, that made my day a bit better.

But the good thing about a day like this Is that it can't get much worse.

....can it?