Fracture

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

*TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SEXUAL ASSAULT*

Song of the chapter

UNSTEADY; Gracie Abrams

"I should go home, but I'm fighting that right now."

"I'm in danger, the girl in the mirror's a stranger."

"Lately, I don't know what to believe in,
none of this is changing with the seasons."

❊-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊

I was utterly exhausted.

I had taken up the habit of going on excruciatingly long walks to try and clear my mind from every thought.

From Mark, to my dad, to Patrick, I was constantly forced to think about horrible things.

And now Lizzie, who Claire had informed me was cutting again.

I had actually ended up in Liz's neighbourhood so she was clearly on my mind. As much as I hated the girl, I could understand better than anyone why she was hurting herself.

Claire on the other hand couldn't understand it at all and had spent the better half of the day asking me what she should do.

And I had told her every time to drop it, but knowing Claire she wouldn't.

I continued my walk, my conversation with Patrick from a few days ago replaying in my head.

The look on his face when he saw my wrist was heartbreaking.

Like I had pulled his heart out and stepped on it.

Trying my hardest to push his face out of my mind, I looked up only to realize I was now in front of Lizzie's house. Shaking my head I continued to walk past it only to lock eyes with Lizzie herself.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her expression laced with shock.

"Nothing," I shrugged, "I just ended up in the area."

She narrowed her eyes at me before I pushed past her and sped walked away.

I couldn't deal with Lizzie right now, as bad as I felt for her, I wasn't going to be there for her. Not after all the things she'd said about my family.

Shoving my earbuds back in my ears, I kept walking, trying to avoid the prospect of going home.

Which I dreaded.

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Walking into my house nearly three hours later, I felt disgustingly tired.

"Hello," I called out, but no one responded.

Kicking my sneakers off, I then headed into the kitchen for a glass of water but immediately froze in the doorway.

My mam, brother, Keith and the devil himself were all in the kitchen with varying looks of distress on their faces.

And on the counter lay my jewelry box, the one I stored my blades in.