Chapter 2: " And She Won't sleep At All..."
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Ethan stayed for the night, as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, I checked if he was still awake, " Ethan?"
No answer, I only felt his breath, and the rise of his chest push on my back, as he took in each breath.
I sighed, as I looked outside of my opened my window, I saw the moon, full and bright.
I almost smiled, but then I stopped, as I saw the glint of my razor blade on the top of my drawer.
I sucked in my breath, and reached for the blade, but then I heard the vibrating of a phone.
I looked over to my right, to see Ethan's phone going off......I was curious, so I checked.
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" GET OUT OF HERE YOU DIRTY LITTLE BASTARD!" I yelled at Ethan, pushing him out of my bed.
" Whaa? Jade, what are you talking about?" He was still half- sleep, now on my floor.
" I READ THOSE MESSAGES!" I started crying, " GET OUTTA HERE! WITH YOUR LITTLE BLONDE CHICK YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME WITH!"
" Jade, I can explain-" He started.
I didn't say a word, but I cut him off with the movement of my hand. My finger pointing straight toward the window, his exit out of my life.
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After Ethan left, I felt too alone, too sad.
I turned on my fan light, that made me squint because it was too bright for me.
I went toward my dresser drawer and reached for the razor blade, and went for my door, and locked it, then closing my curtains, making it where nobody can see me, or either hear me...
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I bit my lip in pain, as the blade sunk into my skin, tearing the last piece of evidence that I had of Ethan's name on my skin.
I remembered the day I put that there, as we were sitting together at the park, and I had my razor blade in my pocket... I took it out and carved his name right on below my left wrist, smiling, not because of the pain, but because of the love he gave me...He recovered me from the touch I had of the 5 naked men that assulted me only 2 years before.
He made me feel safe in his arms, as if he were some type of shield that protected me from any type of pain that hurt me.
But tonight, that was the last straw.
He broke that sheild of protection, leaving me bare of protection, like the night 2 years ago, walking by myself, walking back home from a basketball game.
That night I thought was the best night of my life, until the end of it, of course.
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I stayed up the whole night thinking about my life, and how my parents don't care about me, or what even happened to me 2 years ago.
They still don't think I was assulted. They think I say that for their attention.
I looked at my alarm clock; 5:00 A.M.
Nope, it doesn't look like I won't sleep anytime soon.
