Chapter 12

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Demons By Imagine Dragons 👆👆

" Fuck...Shit....Damn that hurts." I grab a cloth and pressed it on my injury.I really don't remember stabbing myself there.But I was pretty wasted yesterday so I could have done many things and don't remember it.

I looked into the mirror. I instantly wanted to look away. My curly bang was noted and tangle. My bruise on my forehead had eventually went down. That was a miracle. I still have a few spots of makeup on my face from the party....
I was a mess. I'm sure Oliver didn't say anything because he's always seen me at my worst.

My thoughts went to Luke. I can't help but think if he was with another girl when he wasn't with me... But he isn't even mine - I can't be angry if he's was with someone else - we were unsure if we were anything when I left his room. I remember Oliver telling me he was looking for me but when I went inside the house.He was no where to found... We aren't a couple I continued to remind myself, so I don't know why I'm stressing about it anyway. I have bigger things to worry about.....I have school tomorrow. Ugh school the only place where you can't escape reality.

I'm lonely, sad, and bad at math. I failed pretty much every test I've ever taken but manage to still have a B because all of the class work and homework I get.

The sad part is that I can manage to get a A in Calculus if I want. I just procrastinate so much that it interferes with it.

Oliver on the other hand is a wiz of math and pretty much every subject - well almost ever subject. He's terrible at drawing so I help him with that. I think everyone has that one friend who knows everything and doesn't even have to study and still pass a test.

I exit from my envisage thoughts and finished cleaning up my mess.

" Yes! Bing go!" I looked into my cabinets and found bandages.

I first rubbed antibiotic ointment on my gauged cursing to myself during the process.

There's a soft knock on my bathroom forcing me to hurry up.

I open the door to Matt's worry face.God I hate seeing her with this wretched expression. My mother has never hit Matt and I mean never.

She should have token her anger out on me not Matt. I'm the one who took her to our Aunts house.

"It's all my fault." I whisper to myself.

"No it's not Blake. You wanted to hang out with your friends and have fun. I get it now. It's all starting to make sense to me."

"What is ?"

" There's something wrong with mother."

I stay quiet. I don't even know how to respond to my sister. Yeah there is something seriously wrong with mom, but what could it be?

" That's the reason why I woke up inside Oliver's guest room. Isn't it?.... You don't have to say anything.... God Blake I'm not stupid! You may think I don't understand things that are happening but news flash I do! You cut your hair to hide a bruise she probably put on your forehead and went out partying to forget awhile.. Didn't you? Bla- Blake say something!"

" What Matt? What do you want me to say! Huh! I'm fine. I will be okay,okay. I can handle this, the scars, the constant yelling and screaming, the fighting, the constant reminder of how dad's death is because of me. I can handle it. But trust when I tell you I'm grand - Matt. You have no worries."

When I looked to Matt's face she's crying.If there's anything I hate to see is someone crying. One of the worst feelings I have is seeing people cry especially my sister.So No.6 to my list is
6. Seeing friends/seeing Matt cry,Etc

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