Blood on my Bruised Wrist Love in my Blackend Heart

Chapter 1

I roll onto my side as a lay in my bed. The pain that shoots through me brings back the more painful memories of last night. Hesitantly I lift up my shirt to peer down at my rib cage. Sure enough, the fresh bruise covers most of my side, all the way down to my hips. I slowly raise off the bed, the simple action hurts my whole body. I get dressed as quickly as i can, trying not to wince as the waist band of my skinny jeans cling to the bruised hip. I run to the bathroom to quickly apply my makeup so I can get out of here as fast as I can. I silently thank god that my face wasn't damaged or bruised yesterday, and that my so called "father" was a drunken asshole who wouldn't wake up for World War Three. I could get out of the house without having to relive last night.

As I finish my makeup I glance at my razor. "No time" I tell myself, giving myself any reason not to do it again. Its always a wasted effort. I always keep coming back, it has a hold over me. Thankfully I could pull myself away today, but I know I'll be back.

Stepping back I check myself in the mirror. Even though its almost summer I wear a long sleeveshirt. I doesnt bother me anymore, Im used to the heat. Its better than being taunted more, or even more beatings when people discover the scars. Its safer this way. I look up and down making sure I look okay. I then grab my headphones and my backpack and I walk to the bus stop. I turn my headphones up to an earsplitting volume and blast "King for a Day" by Peirce the Veil.

Finally I reach the stop as the bus pulls up. Thank god, i won't have to listen to Madelynn's taunts while waiting for the bus, just while riding it. I step onto the bus and sit in the first available seat. I pull out my ratty, beaten up old notebook and continue on writing the lyrics to the song I started writing last week. Sure enough Madelynn, sad that she missed her chance to humiliate me this morning, decides to sit behind me.

" Oh hey Ash! Hows life on the dark side? Still listening to that devil worshiper music?" Her sharp, high voice make the words sharp and jagged like a knife. Though learned a long time ago not to let her word peirce me. Beside her, Kaylnn laughs and smiles her idiotic smile. I feel somewhat bad for Kaylnn though. All shes ever going to be is Madelynn's little second-hand follower.

"Hey Emo, Im talking to you!" Madelynn raises her voice, getting angry that Im ignoring her. She calms back down and tries to grab at my wrist "Any new scars I should see?"I yank away from her and as soon as the bus stops, Im out of my seat and walking off heading to the dark pit of my personal hell the government has conveniently named School.

As soon as Im inside I dodge through the crowd and walk straight towards my locker. I shove everything in and pull out my Geometry book and my lyric book. I walk into class and go find my seat in the dark corner in the back of the room. I sit down and the bell rings. I pull out my notebook preparing to completly ignore the lesson and work on writing.

The words are pouring out of me, i just have to make them fit all together. I am lost in my own world, until I hear the door open. I look up and standing in the door way is a boy.