Broken Hearts and Bloody Wrists

Chapter 2

Tuesday 17th, 2011 

11:54 AM

    I don't hate my mom. I know it might seem hard to believe, but I don't. I know I said she beat me, becasue she did, but it only happens a couple of times. 

    Lately, it's happened more frequently. 

     But, I don't hate her. I might not love her as much as somebody should love their mother, but at least I still love her. 

    I've tried to hate her. But I just can't. It's kind of hard to hate someone with a life as fucked up as yours.

    I sigh. Is it just generic to have a fucked up life? Because, so far everyone has had a pretty bad life in my family. 

    My brother is a druggie, who always seems to be in rehab. My sister is in an abusive relationship and she's pregnant, by somebody else. My mom is alone and has one night stands like there's no tomorrow. And then there's me. I'm suicidal and cut myself. I'm like all three of them wrapped in one.

    I don't want to be like them. 

    I turn around and face Oscar, one of my best friends. "Do you have a mirror?"

    He smiles. "You're so full of your self." 

    I roll my eyes and extend my hand. He drops the mirror in it. I flip it open and there I am. Same long dark blonde hair. Same dark blue eyes. Same semi-pouted lips. Same little freckles dancing across my small nose. I feel disgusted with myself. I look just like my father. Im the only one that looks like him. And I hate it. He left us. He didn't want me.

    Sometimes, it hurts. To know that your own father didn't want you. That kinda lowers your self-esteem. But, I deal with it. Nobody else wants me, so why should one person matter?

    I turn to Oscar and hand him back the mirror. "Thanks."

    "De nada, mija." He smiles while I frown. His long brown hair falls into his equally brown eyes and he shakes it away.

    "Don't use Spanish with me." He laughs.

    "Sorry, I'm Latino. I can't help it."

    I roll my eyes. I tug on the bottom of my jacket sleeve as I look around the corner. I bite my lip nervously. "What's wrong Sky?" I can hear the worry in his voice. He knows what's wrong. Yet, he still asks.

    I turn to him as I spot someone rounding the corner. "Who is it?" I whisper urgently. "Who?"

    "Some dude in a suit."

    My face turns deathly white and my lips start to quaver. "He's here."

    I turn around and spot him. He was just as I remember him. Same short black hair, same blue eyes, same adorable dimples.

    "He's here."

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Hey, what up? Anyway, sorry this chapter is short-ish. I wrote it in school and the kid behind me kept yelling.

"Ooh! Ooh! Write this! Write this!"

"No, no. That's not good. Make it longer!"

"You suck at writing, let me write it."

-__- Worst. Time. Ever!

But that's besides the point.

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