Saved By The Pack {sequel to adopted by the Pack.}

Cuts

I woke up crying and rocking myself again. The nightmare wouldn't go away. I managed to keep the crying sounds to a minimum. When I had finished crying I walked over to the bathroom. I started to splash cold water in my face. Then something glittering in the moonlight caught my eye. I stared at it for a while. Then I picked it up, and pressed it in my skin.

"One cut for killing my mother. " slice. I smelled the blood and felt the cold liquid running down my stomach.
"One cut for killing my father." I felt more cold running down my stomach.
"One cut for killing Jett" I remembered the look of terror on his face.
"One cut for killing Kiersten." I saw the blood coming from where she git stabbed in the head by plane debris.
"And one cut for killing Jag." I saw his adorable little three year old face, running around the back yard. That was when the door to the bathroom busted open. I saw Preston walk in with a worried look. When he saw me huddled in the corner, his eyes got wider.

"J-jade! What Are you doing?" He stammered. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"U-um... T-There was a um... A Splinter! Y-ya a splinter, and I couldn't get it out...and... Uh..." I stammered.

"Don't lie, Jade." He was crying now. I got up and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Preston." I was crying now. I just hurt preston.

"Just tell me. Why?" He cried into my hair. He led me to the kitchen.

"I killed my entire family. I should be dead. Im a wast of space, I don't deserve to live." Tears streamed down my face. I saw a light click on up stairs and heard several footsteps running down the stairs. Mitch, Jerome, Vikk, Lachlan, and Rob all came down the stairs. They looked really confused. Then Vikk gasped. And one by one, everyone noticed the cuts on my stomach.

"What happened?" Vikk asked. He looked very worried. Preston told them everything. While they were talking, I tried to sneak up the stairs.

"Where do you think you are going?" Mitch said, clearly angry. I sat down on the floor and buried my face in my hands and cried. Then someone picked me up and hugged me. I wiped my eyes and saw Mitch's red and black checkered jacket. I hugged back and cried into his shoulder. I noticed Preston and Vikk going upstairs. When they cane back, they had all of the razors from my bathroom. I watched as they threw them into the trashcan. Then Rob took the trash out. Mitch carried me to the couch and let me sit in his lap and cry.

"Shh, it's OK." He cooed.

"I'm a killer." Was the last thing I said before I fell asleep in Mitch's arms.