When She Was Put Back Together Again

Chapter 2

"Hi Johanna." I said over the phone. "Hey Brook. What's up?" I smiled to myself. "Not much. I'm just a little nervous to start my new school." I said quietly.

I looked at the picture on my phone. It was of me and Johanna. She had chestnut brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a slender physique. She was very tall, around 5'6".

"You okay?" She asked, snapping me out of my daze. I sighed. "No." I started. Just over the summer my mother and I had finally gotten justice for what happened to us, and I was just beginning to cope.

I mean, come on! I was seven when it started, and now I'm fourteen! Sadly, I remember the specific date of when it started. July 7th. I still have scars on my face from when it happened.

There not as noticeable as my back, but if you know me long enough, you can see them clear as day. My most recent one is on my arm when I tried to, well, end it.

I mean, it's not like if this had happened to you, you wouldn't consider the idea. Especially if it had been going on for seven years. I was twelve when I got the scar.

My dad was ready to kill me after that.

And he nearly did.

But that's for another time.

"Brooklyn." Johanna said. "Ya?" I asked. "Honey, don't cry. It'll mess up your mascara." I rolled my eyes. "You know very well that on an ordinary day, at the least I wear lipstick."

My mom knocked on my door. "We gotta get a move on if you want to get there in time." She said kindly. I said goodbye to Johanna, hung up, and followed my mom out the door, where my bags were waiting in the car.

Here goes nothing, I thought miserably.