Chapter 8.

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I open the door to the bathroom and lock it behind me. I get undressed and hope in and put my phone on shuffle and I sing along to one of Justin Biebers new song
"Is it to late to say sorry now?!" I sing
Then my mood changes quickly I start to cry then the memories of the nightmare comes back into my mind.
Nightmare-
"Your never gonna be good enough for me never. Ok just leave me alone get lost !" Grayson yells
"Gray what did I do" I say with confusion
Then I wake up and that's it
It makes me cry even more just to think about it.
What if I am a loser or a dork maybe I am fat maybe I'm annoying
I've had enough I've been clean for 2 weeks I can't do it anymore, Grayson doesn't know, what if he sees
You know what I don't care anymore.
I turn the shower off and hop out and I grab a old blade  and start to cut into my thighs making blood drip every ware then I make a few cuts on my wrist.
Blood is now every ware on me, I start to freak out
What if Grayson sees the blood
My thoughts get interrupted by Grayson knocking on the door
"Maka, are you ok in there. Wait are you crying?" He said with a worried tone in his voice
I sniff and quickly clean up everything
"Yeah i-I'm good" I say
I get up off the ground and pack everything up
I open the door slowly and see a very tired Grayson out side the door
"Are you ok?" He sounds very worried
"I'm fine really" I say
"Your cheeks are stained with tears what's going on, please tell me?" He says he's eyes start to water.
"Um I'll tell you after you have a shower" I smile
"Okay" he says and then he casually walks into the bathroom.
I walk Into my bedroom and get dressed in my black ripped skinny jeans and a LA jumper and I just tie my hair up in a side platt, I don't bother because I'll probably just cry it off.
Then there's a knock at the door, it's Grayson I let him in
"I just need to get dressed then we can talk" he says
"Ok cool " I say emotionless
I turn away so he can get dressed witch didn't take him long, Grayson put on some Nike sweat pants and a tank top.
Then he sat down beside me on my bed
"Are you ready to talk to me now?" He asked

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