Piece by Piece

//Taylor//

The rain fell outside the window of my room. I could feel the cold liquid through the window screen that filled the room with that fresh rain smell. This was the closest I have been outside in a while. The nurses don't trust me, all because of my stupid mother.

Today was just another day. Another day closer to the time where I might be released from this hell hole. It was a Monday morning. All the kids my age had high school and classes, I just had this homeschool teacher that would come in daily and help me learn what normal kids are learning. Her name was Mrs. Lardy, and oh how I just wanted to punch her sometimes. She treated me like a child. Always watching my steps to make sure I don't fall, cutting my food for me. I just wanted to be free from this place, free from the constant watch of the nurses and that 'ole Mrs. Lardy.

But it's gonna be a while.

I heard a quiet knock from my door and saw the nurse with a black haired boy through the window.

"Come in," I said loud enough for them to hear. The door squeaked open and the visitor stepped in.

"Good morning, Miss Johnson, you have a visitor today," the nurse, Kelly, said and set down a tray with food on it on the bedside table. I turned towards the boy and realised who it was.

"What do you want, Grayson?" I said with hatred and stood up, walking towards my frosted flake cereal and orange juice. My daily breakfast.

"I came to see you," he said and took a seat on the chair across the room. I sat on my bed cross legged with my bowl in my hands. I ate silently as I waited for Grayson to continue.

"I want to fix what I did," he finished and ran a hand through his hair. He gave me a look over and saw how I had a few scars on the part of my wrist that was shown.

"I cut myself, I have scars. You can't fix scars," I said and set my bowl down. I took a sip of my juice and turns back to Grayson. "You think that I can be fixed? Well you're wrong," I said and pulled a blanket over my shoulder to shield my body from the cold breeze in the window.

Grayson's eyes filled with sadness as he looked at me. He was the one who started it all. Back in 8th grade, I was always the outcast. He started to make fun of me and make up rumours about me. Then in high school, everyone joined in. I started to cut, just a little bit, not deep enough to kill.

But then it got worse. I started to get slapped by the girls and kicked in the stomach. I cut deeper and soon, my mother found out and sent me here.

"I think that you just need to be loved," Grayson said quietly and got up. He walked towards me and took my wrists in his hands. He pushed up the sleeves exposing all the scars. There were so many. He continued to stare at them, running his warm fingers over my scars. "I did this to you?" He said and I looked up at him.

"Yes," I said and pulled my wrists back from his hands and turned around. "You started it all, you and your stupid gang of friends. Leave me alone and don't ever come back." I heard him taking deep breaths and felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Have a good day, Taylor," his deep voice said and soon the door opened and closed, his presence finally out of the room. I got up from my bed and walked into the bathroom that connected to my room. I looked like a mess, I mean, I always did. The colour from my eyes was completely gone, they went from blue to a pale grey colour. My skin was pale all the time and my hair was always so messy. But I mean, I didn't care.

I have never cared. Never.