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Chapter 10- Sorry

Sunday is just as bad as Monday. A warning that Monday is so close. Monday's is so far from Friday, yet Friday is so close to Monday. Ugh, life. Sadly today is Monday.

I don't want to go to school and I wasn't planning on to either. I can easily catch up on my assignments. The bruises my 'parents' left me last night are to difficult to cover, I need  a professional makeup artist to make it possible. They are big and dark. Most of them are on my face along with cuts, the rest are on my  stomach, arms, and legs. I tried covering them up, but I didn't want to risk the fact I might get caught and get questioned. These few weeks I've found myself crying to sleep as it's the only way.

After leaving the park I went straight 'home' only to be surprised with my 'parents'. They asked me where I left to the night before and why I was coming home at this time. They also brought up me beating the shit outta Amanda. Fucken Bryaden. They insulted me and taught me a 'lesson'. After that, they sent me straight to my bedroom leaving me crying with my injuries. I went straight to the bathroom to clean them up.

After I was done, something caught my eye. My razor. My mind was swimming with many thoughts. That I did the first that came up. I cut myself, just enough for me to doze off. But not enough for me to die. I woke up, upset I was still here. My wrist hurt like shit. I bandaged them up and cleaned up the bloody mess on the floor. Since the cuts weren't too deep, but deep enough to be visible, I knew I had to wear hoodies, sweaters, and long sleeve shirts.

I received messages, voice mails, and calls from Juily, Logan, Sebastian, and surprisingly Ryder. How they got my number? I don't know. I didn't read them or listen to them. There was a point that I got so annoyed I turned my phone off.

I kept crying the whole day. Mad, upset, devastated that my locket was broken and God knows what Amanda did with it. That was the only thing I had that my parents personally gave to me is the car that was given to me two years after their death.

I was tired of crying, yet tears kept coming down. As I lied on bed, I wondered what my friends were doing. Well, I guess I could consider them friends after all they've done for me. I turned on my phone and as soon as it went to home screen the screen filled with a bunch of nonfications. One specially caught my eye. It's was an unknown number. I opened it and was confused at who it could be.

Unknown- Don't cry. I wish to hold you in my arms.

Who could this be? I have no clue. Nobody knows what I go through or what I went through. It can't be my friends since they are already registered on my phone. Maybe its the wrong person. I nobody whom I'm close to other than Juily, but then I again I'm keeping something important from her.

I looked at my friends messages and listened to their voice mails. The first one was from Juily.

"Don't shut us out. We're here for you."

If you only knew why. The second voice mails was from Logan.

"I'm here for you. Just remember."

I smiled weakly. The third was from Sebastian.

"We'll give you space. Just don't shut up out and let us help."

I thought back to what he said yesterday as the park. The fourth voicemail was from Ryder.

"Don't do anything stupid again. Let us help. What ever you are going through. We are humans too. We all hurt. But we need to let people help us. There's always something who understand."