I woke up the next morning in my PJs not remembering anything that happened the night before.
"Ugh! Why does my body hurt?!" I yelled to myself.
Then, my friend, Jay came knocking on my window.
"Hey, so, how are you doing?" Jay asks as he sits on my bed.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a confused look.
"Your gashes, from your dad." He said.
I lifted up my shirt and saw the bandages.
"Oh..." I said really upset. That would explain why I cur myself again.
"Welp, I just stopped by to see how you were doing..." He said as he started to head for the window.
"No!" I yelled/screamed.
"Don't leave... I'm tired and I don't wanna be alone..." I said as I looked down at my feet.
//// Jays POV ////
She said that she didn't want me to leave. I got so confused until I realized that she was scared.
She reminded me of a scared little girl.
Then she walked over to her bed and got under the covers.
"C'mon..." She said patting the spot next to her.
"OK?" I said kinda confused. Then I walked over to her and layed on her bed.
She snuggled close to me and passed out.
////LilyAnnes POV////
I woke up a little bit later with Jay looking at me.
"Hey." He said. He was obviously waiting for me to wake up..
"Hey..." I said sleepily. I got up with Jay but he had to help me.
"You know, you can leave now..." I said as I gave him a thank you hug.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yeah" I said as I pointed to the window.
"OK..." He said. He got out of my house and jumped down the tree.
"See you soon!" He yelled up to me. Then, he ran away before my dad could see him.
My dad came up to my room and he looked mad.
"Why did I just see Jay running from the house?!" He asked grinding his teeth.
"U-um... He was gonna ask me something but I told him to go away." I said really scared.
"How am I supposed to believe you?! You are a filthy liar!" He said. He walked over to me and slapped me.
"No!" I screamed as he slapped me again. He kept on slapping me. Kicking me, and punching me until he felt satisfied.
Then, my dad just went and fell asleep on the couch. I just sat there and cried to myself, thinking about how much my life sucks.
I got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed my razor that was hidden under my sink.
I took it to my scar covered skin and made new art. I love the way that my paint brush dances against my canvas.
It makes me feel like all of my problems melt away. It makes me feel like I'm starting with a new slate.
Like I had no problems to begin with.
