Shattered Fragments

Chapter 4

I lay on the sofa, reading my favorite book. Boo leant over my shoulder, constantly picking out our favorite parts. Boo was my book nerd personality; she wore round, Harry Potter glasses; Camp Half-Blood t-shirt; grey converses, and jeans. I got along with her best because I love books, she loves books. She can remember every sentence of every book we'd ever read.

"Come on everyone, we're going cycling," called my mum. Grudgingly, I got up, went outside, and mounted my bike. We cycled down the road and along a beaten woodland track. Mel -my sporty personality- cycled along side me. I stared at the beauty around us; birds soared through the sapphire blue sky, leaves danced along the grass in the wind. I was so distracted that I crashed into another biker.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" I stumbled to my feet and was face to face with Mark Smith; my crush. I had loved him since the day we first talked. You notice I did not say 'the day I first saw him' because I never got the choice of loving someone for their looks, as the good looking people would never love me. Not that he wasn't handsome; he had sea green eyes and chocolate brown hair.

"Willow?! Hi! What are you doing here?"
"I'm on holiday," That's when Dove appeared. Dove is my lovey-dovey personality and wears a t-shirt with Mark's face on it. She was feeling his abs and ruffling his hair, "What about you?"
"Running retreat with my brother," he smiled at me, my heart skipped a beat, "Don't tell him but it's kinda boring."
"BRO!" Another biker came along the track, stopping next to him, "What are you doing?!"
"I just knocked into Willow-"
"That's not what I meant!" he cut in angrily, "Why are you talking to a psyco?! You know she goes to that PKSP thing, right?! She hangs out with that girl who went to prison!"
"I'm gonna go, bye Mark," I mounted my bike and cycled away, away from the tears streaming down my face.
"WILLOW, WAIT!" I carried on going.

At the cabin, I locked myself in the bathroom and lay there crying. I never let their opinions get to me, so why was I now? Debby sat next to me, slitting her wrists. I never slit mine, but as my depression personality, Debby did all the things I wanted to do to myself but never had the guts to. As the crimson droplets hit the ground, they disappeared, leaving no trace, "Willow?" came Quinn's uncertain voice, "Your Grandma asked me to come find you. You, okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm totally fine," I said, wiping away my tears.
"No your not. You can tell me. We're psycos together, remember?" I unlocked the door, and she came and sat next to me, "What happened?" I told her everything that happened, excluding Dove being flirtatious, "They do it to me, too. And do you know what I did? I told them to f*** the hell off because I know what I did was wrong. So I don't need b****** telling me s*** about myself I already knew!"

Quinn was right; I don't need to cry over things I already knew.