Staining The Tiles

You sit in darkness

Letting the tears slip down your face and eyes

Allowing the pain to take over

The agony eat you alive

One hand grips a blade while the other is stiff waiting for the metal to pierce the skin

The red liquid drips taking the pain with it, one cut doesn't release all the hurt

You leave marks on your skin opening old wounds forming new scars

You run out of skin

You remove your pants and and look at the scars, you grip the blade tighter and start on your new art piece

You carve

The red pours showering your legs

You feel nothing you continue working down your canvas with your tool until you feel as if your masterpiece is complete and no blanks are left.

You feel the waterworks that had stopped for only a mere secound start again

And you resume your work

Scarlets P.o.V

I gripped it. This piece of metal that would allow all the pain to leave. Only for a moment but in that moment I could slip away, from everything. Scarlet drips from my arm as I sit with my wall against the wall watching the blood stain the tiles. I didn't cut vertical just horizontal. My arm, covered in the dark substance gave me a high. Cutting , self mutilation gave me a high. I could lie in bed every night knowing I'd wake up to my blades walk on the cold wooden floor turn on the bathroom lights and slip away once again.

My name is Scarlet, I am seventeen and I live in a society full of fake

Bitches, attention whores and sluts. Attention, that's all these girls want is attention. Don't we all? We all want to be admired, feel loved, wanted and needed. If you are one of the many unlucky ones you get shit. You get thrown around everyday, pushed down the stairs and battered. Beat. Emotionally and physically beat. We all need that one little shove that'll just have us diving off the edge into our rocky bottom.

"SCARLET WHERE ARE YOU YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! GET YOU USELESS ASS DOWNSTAIRS NOW!"

That , that right there is one of the major reasons why I can't wait to fucking escape.

I grabbed my book bag and took one last look into the mirror and admired my outfit.

My blue eyes covered in heavy black eyeliner shone through my black bangs with blue highlights. I licked my scarlet lips and smiled at my snake bites. I tugged at my ripped grey jeans and traced the rim of my tight black boxers with my finger. Admiring my white pierce the veil sleeveless top I bent down and tied my black converse and stood up. Done.

I heard stomping up the stairs and ran to lock my door. Automatically fear and adrenaline shot through my veins as the banging begun.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY? I SAID TO GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS RIGHT?"

Bang Bang bang

I put all my body weight against the door and it shook as if it were about to be blown off its hinges at any given moment.

"I.... I was g-getting dressed. Ill be down in a m-minuet to get you... m-make you your b-breakfast."

I stuttered as a tear slipped down my eye.

"We'll hurry the fuck up then."

My father took one last blow at the door and then I could here him walking away. I slowly opened it as it squeaked and gave it a look over. Dents were far to clear.

"Better you then me for once." I strangely kissed the door and walked down the stair slowly.

A man lying in a sleek black recliner chair looked up as I came down. His electrifying blue eyes glinted under his thin eyebrows. He was tall and built. You could tell from a mile away this was not a man you wanted to start trouble with. He wore his navy blue V neck with black skinny jeans along with his badge timberlands. He was handsome there was no denying it and honestly quite remarkably young looking. He had straight black hair that fell slightly above the eyes.

"Scarlet." As he stood he moved a finger to his lips and pointed at the kitchen. He slowly walked over to me and took my hand. "Be quiet. Father fell asleep. I was waiting." He walked with me to the front door and spoke.

"Why would you want to upset him so early in the morning scar?"

I shifted my glance to the scars on my arms at my older brothers nickname. He followed my eyes.

"Oh shit I'm sorry scar, sometimes I forget. You know ... It's just... Ugh never mind. Get your skinny little fag ass to school. Ill take care of father."

I looked into his warm eyes. "What about you? You little ass? You have to get to school to?"

"Would you rather me late to school or take another beating from that dick?" He directed his thumb inside.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need you fighting my battles you have enough of your own."

He growled.

"Well fuck you to then."

He stormed back inside and slammed the door.

"Whatever." I climbed into my car and began the 3o minuet drive to hell. Oops I mean school.... No I mean hell.

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Alright guys as you can see I deleted all my old stories. Time for something new. Should

I continue or no? Idk I kinda like the story line I have going in here. Wht do you guys think?