Clueless

My Escape

I lock the door and take off my clothe.

I stand in front of the mirror and get disgusted with what I see. My mind flashes back and I begin to feel the hot breath of Lorenzo on my body. I slide the blade across my skin no longer feeling the pain. I count out 125 cut and add the three new ones. I see the same old girl in front of that mirror; torn, hurt, tormented and then the same old tears come rushing back. I hear my mother laugh and my heart beat. I attempt the cut that would end it all.

My name is Charlotte. I am 16 years old, I'm a single daughter, a human. Regret defines my life. I look one last time and chicken out for the 11th. I wrap my body underneath the blankets and desperately try to sleep.

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"Charlotte! You're going to be late!"

"I'm not feeling well" I whispered, while desperately throwing on the first things I see.

I make myself look presentable and hurry down the stairs. I look one last in the refection of the door and make my way to school.

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Once at school another routine unfolds. My friends ask for the answers they didn't get for AP Calc. The first bell rings and I get set for class.

I hear my name get called from behind.

"Charlotte, hey!"

I looked up.

"What's up Oscar?"

"I know you're a straight A student...and well you think you can help me? I'm kinda flunking" he said keeping his head low.

I glanced at my watch and noticed I was nervous.

"Yeah um sure" I answered, "think you can take me home after?"

He looked up, his face expressing relief, and agreed.

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On our way to his car we talked more about AP Calc. Once we reached my house I looked at him. I saw his face tense up.

"Think you can help on Monday?" He said, his eyes sparkling.

I smiled as I watched him drive away. I turned around and made my way toward hell.