Deep Dark Secrets

Tessa.

The room sits cold and dark, no light to be scene in the teenage girl's bedroom. All to be seen is Tessa curled up in a fetal position the the far right corner of her room. Her dark auburn hair falling over her face. Her dark green eyes staring off into space, her mind clouded with ways to end it all.

"Sshh." She whispers to herself. Her normally pink lips are slightly blue from the air conditioner blowing straight on her, goose bumps rise all over her body. Her small body shakes as she decides to stare at the clean blade in her hand. "Do it" she whispers again and again then presses the blade to her wrist. Tessa's face sits unaffected by a sharp piercing blade going into her flesh. This is normal for her, staying in her room for days at a time, the temperature so low she could freeze at any point. All she does is sit staring at things in distant space. "No one cares." Tessa whispers again and makes another cut deep into her soft flesh. A small flinch shows on her face, a long with just concentration. Her dark green almost black eyes stare at the blood running down her arm. "Oh look, I didn't die" she sadly says and stands slowly. Her knees buckling from not standing for a few days. A scream of pain leaves her lips as she falls back down to all fours. Tessa curses under her breath and stands again. After she washes the cuts and pulls on her oversized long sleeve shirt.

"Tessa!" Yells her father from down stairs, Tessa flinches at the volume of his voice and slowly makes her way to the door. It's been three days since she's left her room and her dad is just now wanting her. Tessa sighs and slowly makes her way out of her room.

"Sir?" She asks shyly and her father shows a toothy grin as he stands from his recliner in front of the TV.

"Speak up, Child!" He barks and makes his way to his cowering daughter. Tessa steps back and a look of shock and anger hits her father's face. "Don't step away from me!" He shouts, his hand going up to back hand her. The back of his beefy hand connects with her tear stained cheek, the force sending her to the kitchen floor. "Get to school!" He scolds and walks away back to his chair.

Tessa pulls herself up off the floor, grabs her bag, and walks out the front door to catch the bus.

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"Hey Tessa!" Yells one of the idiot jocks riding their bikes to school. "Wanna come over? I won't hurt you!" They say in a mocking tone, making Tessa roll her eyes at their stupidity.

The whole school knows about how Tessa hates being touched. Ever since her mom left her drunk ass father when Tessa was fourteen. That's when the beatings started, a long with her long term boyfriend, Damon, always pressured her into having sex with him, beating her everytime she rejected him, adding to the point of having a fear of being touched. Word got around that she would always reject him and Damon turned it around to make her seem like the insane one. Damon, being the most popular guy in the whole school, ended up winning the whole school over.

"Fuck off assholes" is what she wants to say but the words won't form in her mouth so she keeps walking till she gets to the bus stop. Silently hating herself the whole way.

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The bus stop was a Hell on earth in it's self. More jokes about her, making her anxiety even worse. Finally the bus comes to a stop and she makes her way off quickly. More stupid remarks come from around her and she looks down at her jacket sleeves covering the cuts from this morning.

"Just....eight more months" she whispers to herself and speed walks to her locker to grab her AP History Book.

"Hey, Nerd" says a husky voice behind her and then she chest is shoved against the locker, indicating she had been pushed. Tessa's forehead hits the cold metal and a shock of pain runs through it.

"What do you want, Damon?" She asks shyly, slightly annoyed.

"Just saying hi to my favorite girl" he whispers in her ear, making her shake in fear. His ruff fingertips lightly brush over her soft skin making her feel sick to her stomach.

"Get away from me." Tessa finally gets up enough courage and turns to face him. Her voice is still shaking and a look of anger brushes over Damon's face. His anger issues were always a problem.

"Oh, Baby. You don't mean that" he steps closer to her, her hands shooting out to push him away, his hard chest blocking the blow. "You should know I don't give up easily" he whispers, turns on his heels and is gone down the hall. A sigh of relief is released from Tessa's lips and softly slides down to the floor, her back against the lockers. Her breathing is heavy and staggered as she tries to calm herself down. Nothing seems to work so she just sits there, her legs pressed against her chest and her face buried into the top of her legs. The whispers and laughs come from around her but for once she chooses to ignore them.