Cuts and Romance

Chapter 3: The Reason

It was 6 in the evening and i just got home from the torment of the class bitch Angela who right now possibly nursing a broken nose from my right hook. It was a daily routine for her to make my life a living hell,i kept my patience for awhile... Until today. She said onething that i cannot forgive. She called me i qoute " a worthless slut" i guess that hit too close to home and a terribly outrageous lie because i have been in the honor roll all semester while she the dumb bitch she is, remains at the bottom only getting on by her plunging necklines, short shorts, and her parent's cash. But she did have a point. Im an incredibly plain girl. Long hair, pale skin and average height. I always dress simply just jeans and a tshirt of my fave bands.the only thing she might be jealous of are my eyes. They are the only thing great about me. My eyes sporting this nice hue of violet.

So i got home occasionally rubbing my sore fist as i head towards my room.... Only to see something that will not inly make my day worse but the rest of my life as well.

My mom and dad were in their room along with another woman.... My mom was crying with her back against the wall while my dad screamed the things that made me what i am. He said " you and mary are holding me back. I cant live like this anymore. The drama and the obligation, i thought i was ready but im not. I loved you marie but i cant do this. Im sorry. I'll act civil in front of mary but im filing a divorce... Im sorry." He and the woman left i suppose they must have been doing "it" until my mom caught them. I saw them getting up i hid into the shadows and watched as my dad and his new woman leave the house. As they left i rose up from my hiding place and crept to my room... Catching a glimpse of my mom... Crying her eyes out... And it broke me. And i crept to my room... And closed the door. After a few hours my mother called me for dinner and dad was there. It was though nothing happened they asked me about my day and i replied with the usual "its fine" and they didn't pry. After the meal i excuse myself and went ti my room.. I hid in my room and cried my heart out. After that i rose up slowly.. Almost in a trance like state, i reached for my cutter and started methodically making cuts on my arms and wrists as tears fall. Not because of the pain but because if the feeling that i am a failure. This is the frst time i cut myself. And it isn't the last.