Chapter 8

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I wrote it in the early hours of the morning so ignore the mistakes. ^.^

Now enjoy !!! xD

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Charlotte's POV

Mason just complimented me. He told me I looked beautiful, I could feel a bluch creep up. I said thank you and he was about to say something, when Emily shouted his name from behind. She looked furious. Why wouldn't she? This is the second time she has seen me with Mason, HOLDING HANDS! I mean why does Mason do that? He has a girlfriend! Emily came storming towards us. Oh man I'm dead.

'What the fuck are doing here with my boyfriend?' She shouted in my face.

'Woah! Calm down Emily. We were just having ice cream.' Mason said standing up and trying to pull Emily out of my face.

'You shut the hell up. You ditched me at the movies, you didn't reply to my calls or my texts and now I find you here with this SLUT!' She started shouting and everybody here started looking at us. Man I hated having everybody staring at me.

'EMILY! She's not a slut, you are one! And don't you ever call her that again!' Mason said raising his voice at her. I could see hurt in Emily's eyes. Okay fine she's a bitch but not me. I don't like people getting hurt.

'Mason...... I....' She started but then turned towards me, 'I hope your happy. I love him and you.... I'm just gonna go.' She said tears started to fill up in her eyes. I honestly felt really bad.

'Emily!' Mason said running after her. I just took my shopping bags and walked out of the mall and just walked straight home. I just couldn't erase Emily's hurt face out of my mind. I really felt bad for her. I was just joking around with Mason I never wanted to hurt anybody but what can I do. God you seriously hate me, don't you? 

When I reached home, I straight away went upstairs. I ignored all the calls and texts Mason sent me. I should just stick to Skye. I don't want new friends. I hate my life. That's the moment when all the memories came flooding back, what happened to me in my childhood, the names the called me and then came the name cutter in my mind. I hated cutting but I heard people saying that it helps the stress go away, all the pain and hurt. That's when I went to the bathroom took out a blade and closed my eyes, took a deep breath and cut my arm. Looking at the red liquid falling down on the clean bathroom floor made me scream but the house was empty. To say it didn't help was wrong. It helped alot so that's why I cut again and again, deep cuts were placed on my arm. The last cut I placed was the deepest which made me scream alot, it hurt. My arm was now all bloody. Blood was all over the bathroom tiles. I stumbled back after seeing what I did and how much it hurt. I got shocked when the door flew open.

'What happ..... What the hell did you do, Charlotte?' Jack asked running towards me, worry in his voice.

'Just back off. Don't come near me.'

'Charlotte we need to take you to the hospital, now. That's alot of blood, you might faint or what ever shit happens. Come on,come here.' he said still trying to come near me.

'Don't co........' were the words that came out before I blacked out.

Jack's POV

I tried alot to go near her, to calm her down but she wouldn't listen. I knew she got bullied alot but I knew she never cut, what the fuck happened that made her do this?

'Don't come........' was the last thing she said before she fell. I ran towrds her and caught her before she could totally fall down and hit her head. This girl is crazy and who knows maybe after she hit her head she could turn into a phsyco killer. I picked her up, bridal style and took her down stairs and out of the houe and into my car. I was wearing a white V neck shirt with a red check shirt over it. I took off my red check shirt and rapped it on her arm so that the bleeding could stop a little bit. There was alot of blood. Charlotte why the hell did you do this?

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