Scars {Completed}

Chapter Ten

Matt leaves the apartment, banging the door behind him, causing my ears to ring.

I level myself onto my knees, and shut my eyes, only to be greeted by a vicious face, which goes by the name Matt.

I put my right hand up to my jaw line and cringe as I touch it.

It must be some major damage...

I stumble over to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me, and face the mirror.

I had a purple bruise right under my right ear, from him grabbing me too hard.

Dumbass, he may have hurt your actual body.

I slowly take off my top, and reveal a few more bruises from the rough fall.

You deserved it. I mean, you're fat and annoying. No one even likes you.

The voice in my head just doesn't take a break.

I'm seriously convinced that The Voice is getting paid.

 I- I didn't deserve this...

Yah you did. You're a good for nothing idiot.

My eyes slowly brim with tears.

You know what else you deserve? A punishment for being so disrespectful.

I rummage through my jewelry box and come across a small velvet box.

I slowly open it, to find a piece of cold hard metal staring right back at me.

I take in between my index finger and thumb, and take in a deep breath.

Go for it.

I put the blade to my exposed hip, and drag it a few inches horizontally.

Of course there's pain, but I misinterpret to be pleasure.

Slowly, blood begins to trickle down, causing me to do it more.

I repeat the process uncountable amounts of time, some cuts even tracing old ones.

I silently break down, falling to my knees, and wiping away the tears with my slighlty bloody hand.

Quit being a baby

"Leave me alone..." I mumble, tears racing their way down my face.

You don't control me. I control you.

"Please..." I cry.

The voice simply laughs.

You're quite pathetic, you know that?

I groan out in annoyance, and grip the blade tighter.

Glancing at my arm, I run the blade at my arm, making a cut, much deeper than regular.

The maroon liquid builds up and finds it's way down my arm.

I sigh out in defeat, and drop my head in my hands.

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The Next Day...

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"Ken!" I hear Nataly call from her room.

"What?" I yell back.

"I'm going out with Matt, did you see my purple pumps?" She asks walking into the living room, aimlessly.

"Uh... Yah, I- I borrowed them. They should be in my closet." I say, cringing at Matt's name.