I woke up, still in the car. A group on panicking men surrounding me.
“She’s alive!” Frank jumped. Gerard looked and sighed a sigh of relief and sunk back into his seat. “Are you Okay?” he asked. I nodded and looked out the window. It was still raining and we we’re paused out side Starbucks.
“I’m fine, I get like that sometimes. I promise I’m fine.” Gerard looked at me for a second and shrugged.
“Lets take her home,”
“Please! No!” I shouted.
“But You just passed out,” He looked at me, seeing tears welling up. He rolled his head and waited for either Frank, Mikey or Ray to say something.
“Here,” Frank said pushing something into my face. “We’re playing her tomorrow night. Come and we’ll hang out after it.” I took the ticket from his hands and stared at it. “But only if You go home.” I nodded and Frank smiled.
“Let’s go,” Gerard told Ray. Ray nodded and started the car. Even though it was raining and cold outside, it was mega hot in the car, and not only because it had four incredibly hot men inside it either. I gave the directions to my house and waited to be dropped off.
I felt Gerard’s stare burn right through me as I sat there, scratching my wrist’s. When we got there I jumped out the car and thanked them.
“See you?”
“Yep,” Frank beamed.
“I need to talk to Iris for a sec,” Gerard said, getting out of the car. He came over to me, his body nearly pressing mine. I looked up at him for a long moment before he grabbed my wrist. I grimaced in pain before he put them down.
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you, I wish I could Gerard…”
“Give me a clue so I can help you,” I looked at my feet and looked around.
“I’m STARVING and I think I have some BRUISES on my chest,” I whispered. Gerard nodded and bit his lip. “Do you get it?” He nodded. I ran up to the door, waved bye and opened it.
---3 Hours later---
I looked up from the razor blade that swam in the red tinted water. I sat on the cold floor of the bathroom, leaving my wrist in the bath. I had cut all around this time. I couldn’t take it. I sobbed and curled up into a ball, head resting on my knees. Minutes ago my father put a knife to my throat and threatened to kill me.
I wanted to die- but now like that. I’d rather commit suicide than my own father killing me. I shuddered at the thought and stood up, grabbing the trailing white bandage. I wrapped it around the fresh cut and tied it tight. I pulled the plug and watched the blood swim away before hiding the razor in my jean pocket. I walked over to the door, switched off the lights and stepped out.
The house was quiet and a strong smell of cigarettes filled the air. I walked quietly over towards my bedroom door and clicked it open and slipped through. When I turned the light one I automatically jumped and pushed the book shelf in front of the door- barricading it from my father. I leaned against it, taking a deep breath. I sighed, resting my head against a book; I didn’t want to live like this. I walked over to my bed, taking the razor out and holding it tightly in my hand while sitting down on the bed. I crossed my legs and rested my elbow’s on them. I then heard footsteps walking up towards my door, I froze. I heard my father bang against the door Yelling
“OPEN!” He Yelled banging even louder against the door. I moved, furthest away from the door, dropping the razor. The door crashed open, the book case falling to the floor in a huge heap. There was silence and I tried to hide between the closet and the window. I was very small and skinny and could hide in the smallest of places. He stepped inside and gazed around the room, I put my hands over my face and didn’t breathe. I waited and waited for what seemed like forever before he left. When the door closed I relaxed and sat there, still un-moving.
