"Honey," father shook my shoulder, waking me. I peeked to find that I was still on the stairs, closing my eyes I moaned I felt myself being lifted and was soon set on a soft object.
"Night sweety," my father whispered as he kissed my forehead.
I felt a tear stream down my face as his presence faded. I started to cry agin, still hearing Toni's words.
I forced myself out of bed, grabbed my poker knife and stumbled to the bathroom. I locked the door with shaking hands.
"I'm sorry," I whispered so quietly I could barely hear it, tearing off the sweater Toni got me for my birthday last year. I'd almost forgotten where I had got the thing from. I took my stupid long sleeve shirt off, revealing the ugly scars.
I climbed into the tub, gripping the knife. The tainted thing, I had ruined its soul.
I turned the shower on, letting the warm water roll off me. Washing off the blood as I cut, one mark one little but of pressure gone. Slowly I sank into the water, exhaustion taking over.
I heard a pounding on the door, some yelling. But before i could register what it was sleep took me over.
