Wrong Angels (GirlxGirl)

Worthless

I sat in my bed and thought about J for a while thinking abour maybe calling Lacey and telling her about J.

"Bethany! Get your fucking ass down here NOW!" I heard my mother yell. Guess I'm not calling Lace any time soon. I knew my new steps weren't here because she would never act like that in front of them.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Yeah?"

She glared at me. For once, I had no idea of what I'd done.

"Where is my wallet?" She hissed.

"What the hell are you talking about? How should I know? God learn to keep up with your fucking money!" I yelled, not in the mood for this.

"You worthless piece of shit! Don't talk to me like that! Now give me the damn wallet you fucking bitch!" She screeched and lunged at me.

I just barley dodged her but I felt her sharp nails drag against my face.

She pulled herself off the floor and spat at me, "You're a worthless, lying piece of trash. Even your dad didn't fucking want you. He left and took Lacey instead. Because you're shit. You'll always be shit!"

I ran up the stairs; tears streaming down my face. I thought it would be better here. I thought that I could be something, but she was right, not even my own father wanted me.

I ran into the bathroom and opened up one of the cabinets. I pulled out a knife. I hadn't used it since I got here. It doesn't matter anyways. I'm worthless.

I brought the knife down hard onto my wrists and cut deep. I spelled it out slowly but surely.

Worthless

I cried hard as blood started pouring out of each letter. I knew it was true. I'm nothing. I walked out of the bathroom numbly and lay down on the bed. I turn on my music hoping to feel something, anything. I felt nothing.

The lyrics floated out to me singing loudly telling me truths that right now, I refused to believe.

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The next day I woke up. My wings aching from not flying recently. I stretched them out and fluttered them around a little bit.

I glance down and see the bed covered with caked on blood from my arm. I stripped the sheets and caught a glimpse of my new scar. It would now forever remind me of what I was.

I went into the bathroom to shower. Once I got out, I glanced in the mirror seeing three red scratch marks on my cheek. I looked away not wanting to see my ugly self.

I walked out and sat on the edge of my bed combing through my long black hair. I pulled on my ripped skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee. After that, I hid my arms in my jacket. I called Lace.

Her smiling face appears on my screen, "Hey, Beth. Guess where I am?"

I put on my best fake smile, "Where?"

"I'm at the airport!" She squealed and turned her phone around so I could see.

"That's amazing Lace! I can't wait till you get here!" I say. I'm so excited. I've missed my twin so much. She's the only one who's ever been able to snap me out of the horrible depression.

"I know! I should be there sometime tomorrow! You gotta come pick me up, ok?"

I laughed, "No, I'm sorry but I'd rather leave you at the airport."

She giggled, "Whatever, I'm sorry for not talking as much with you, but I'm staying all summer so we will have all the time in the world to talk, ok? I love you. I gotta go. See ya soon!"

"Bye, love you too, Lace." I say and hang up.

My phone vibrates in my hand and I look at it. Its a message from J.

Can I come over now?

I started crying. I couldn't help it. She deserved someone much better than me to protect her. I know I don't deserve her. She probably didn't like me anyways.

I texted back and told her no. I said it would probably be better if she stopped hanging out with me.

I wiped the tears out of my eyes and went downstairs to eat before going back up into my room and playing my music again.

I sang along. The words that I knew so well. It was like someone put my entire soul into words. With beautiful music behind them.