Fracture

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

*TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SEXUAL ASSAULT*

❊-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊

It was finally time for Patrick and I's third date. I was hoping it wasn't some extravagant date as I felt horrible.

Like everything about me was wrong.

I had dark circles under my eyes thanks to the nightmares I had endured all night, along with the fresh cuts and scars littering my wrists and thighs. I couldn't stop cutting no matter how hard I tried.

It was all I had.
I couldn't tell anyone about the things I had been through as a child, so I was left to numb the pain with a blade.

I didn't care if it was wrong, I wouldn't stop.
I physically couldn't.

I had tried to stop back in second year, I threw out all my razors and blades, but later that night when the memories of my body being touched in ways I didn't want came back, I broke a vase and held a peice of the glass to my wrist.

It was pathetic. I knew it was, but I immediately felt relieved after the fact.

People dealt with shit in different ways.
I couldn't help that this was my way of doing it.

Hastily placing a few bandages over my left wrist, I then slipped on a few bracelets to try and cover the damage I had caused last night.

I turned away from the mirror as I got changed, these days I couldn't look at my body without seeing hands on me.

Hands that I didn't want anywhere near me.

"Come on, Scarlett," My mam called from downstairs.

"I'm coming," I called back, running a brush through my hair.

My mam was dropping me off at Patrick's for whatever date number three was.

I needed a day with Patrick to get my mind off the horrors that were last night.

And if I knew Patrick Feely, then he'd be amazing at that.

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Knocking on Patrick's door, I felt myself smile. I needed this, I needed Patrick.

When the door swung open revealing a different brunette girl, I gave her a small smile.

"Scarlett Gibson," The girl nodded, "I'm Valerie, one of Patrick's sisters."

"Nice to meet you," I grinned, entering the house when Valerie swung the door open wider.

"Hey," Patrick shot me a grin as he strolled down the stairs.

His hair was wet, obviously from the shower and he was dressed in jeans and a crisp white t-shirt.

Jesus christ, I finally understand what it means to get horny.

"Hi," I blushed.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone," Valerie grinned, and then disappeared into the kitchen.

"You look gorgeous," Patrick smiled, coming to stand in front of me.