Chapter 30

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Sarah's POV
'yeah now get out of my god damn house you bitch' I thought to myself. She picked up her handbag and left.
"So what would you like for dinner?" Jess asks turning to me. Uh dinner. Really. "Uh, I've already eaten" I say walking away to make coffee to try and avoid eye contact. Somehow she always knows that I'm lying.
"Sarah it's only 4pm, what did you eat?" She asks suspicious. "I'm, I had a chicken and bacon salad" I lie. "Mhm, Sarah, you can't fool me, I'm cooking you dinner" she says and pulls out some ingredients. "Uh fine, but can it at least be something healthy?" "Fine only for now"
I kiss the top of her nose and walk to the living room and turn on the news.
"A young girl, at the age of five has been kidnapped, we have no information yet from the police about who it may be. The young girls parents say that they noticed she was missing late at night two days ago. They instantly called the police, and they are also still waiting for feedback." A man says. Then a woman begins to speak. "Next on the news, photos have been shared on Twitter and Instagram of actress Sarah Paulson, and by the looks of it, she may be self harming. Photos were first shared of the thespian by a Lucas Reynolds, who has accused Sarah of self harming. Here are the photos that were shared, these may disturb some audiences, so if you feel uncomfortable please switch to another channel. As you can see this just looks like a normal photo of the actress, but Mr Reynolds zoomed in on her arms and revealed these shocking images. We will have more on the story tomorrow. Thank you for watching."
I switch off the tv and run upstairs.
"Why would they televise this?" I shout to myself. "God I'm so stupid, why am I so stupid?" I repeat this over and over again, sitting on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands.
I take a look at my stitches. They're coming out next week. I began picking at the scabs on my upper arm needing a release.
I sit in the same position for a while, thinking. Then Jess pulls me from my thoughts "dinners ready!" She shouts.
The last thing I want right now is food.

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