Kayla P.O.V
It had been a long year since my brothers passing. I'm still not passed the first stage of grief yet. I'm still angry with that driver. If he didn't decide to drink and drive, my brother would still be alive and I wouldn't have to be going through his belongings the night before I leave for college with my best friend Maddie and boyfriend Ethan.
"Kayla get out of that room NOW!"
My dad always scolded me when ever I went in to Jakes' bedroom trying to pack up his stuff.
"Dad we have to do it eventually, we've already waited a year! How long are you going to pretend like he never died? HE ISN'T COMING BACK!" those words came out of my mouth like acid.
I dropped the box that was in my arms and ran to my bedroom. I locked the door, grabbed the blade I hid under the vase on my desk and I dropped to my knees and added three new deep cuts onto my arm. No one knew I cut but Ethan. He said that the next time I cut me and him were thru. I don't blame him though. If I was in his position I wouldn't want a girlfriend who self harmed every time she's depressed and cant handle the situation.
I sat there for a bit just bleeding out but someone knocked on my door so I grabbed a nearby t shirt and put it around my open cuts and went to open the door. Just to my luck it was Ethan. I invited him in and went to sit on my bed, awaiting the words to come out of his mouth as soon as he see's the blood soaked shirt wrapped around my forearm.
"Kayla." I saw him look to my desk, the blade was just laying there and then his green eyes darted to my arm. "You promised me! You swore you were done cutting yourself! Do you want me to break up with you is that it? So you can go bang every guy in sight at college?!"
"No Ethan! I don't want to be with any one else but this is me! I cut because im hurt and broken! But I know what your going to say next so just save it and leave. I don't want to hear it. I'll just forget you and you can be done with the pathetic broken girl."
Ethan ran his hands thru his hair and looked around my room and grabbed the framed picture of my brother,his girlfriend,Ethan,and me and he threw it against the wall. The glass shattered and he stormed out of my room. I broke down in tears, not because of me and him but because he just destroyed the last picture I had left of me and my brother together.
