Reaching Out

Chapter 5: A Strange Day

Jasmine's POV:
I heard something vibrate. I open my eyes and I see the screen of my phone..
My eyes widen as I see the contact name.
"Mom"
I thought she hates my guts , and never wanted to see me again? Right now I'm 15. She kicked me out of my home. Good thing I had a bank account from my real dad. My real dad left us , because he was sick and tired of my mom. He then moved. He left when I was around 8. She married to a man that was filthy rich. I was at the age of 12 or 13 when she kicked me out. I hate her , even though she created me. I answered the phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jasmine! I'm going back to America to visit you!"
"Don't even think about it. What do you want?"
"Me and your father need a place to stay."
"No... Get an apartment I don't need you here."

Flashback.
I was around 13 at this time. I was crying over a break up. My first break up ever. I was crying hugging my pillow , leaving my pillow wet with my tears. My mom and father passed by my room . They look at me and walked wherever they were going. They left me alone. I always wanted them to comfort me when I would cry. But apparently their job is more important than me. So I cried and became depressed. I still am because I really need someone by my side. But no one ever stayed by my side.

I hung up my phone. I began to cry . All these bad memories of my mom and stepdad came. I was abused by them. Mentally and physically. They are the reason why I really didn't go anywhere as a girl. That's why I'm depressed. They always locked me up in my room without food or water. I would sometimes even be forgotten about. I look for my blade. Once I found it I grabbed it. I pulled my sleeve up.
"One cut for the pain I've felt." Then I slide the blade across my wrist to make a cut. Tears still keep coming out of my eyes. "Two cuts for the loneliness in my life." I made a few more cuts. Then got up and cleaned my mess up. Good thing is Saturday. And I went to sleep.