Don't Get Too Close

Chapter 3

A/N: So I'm gonna do a "Song of the Chapter" thing. :)

Song of the Chapter: Battle Scars- Guy Sebastian & All Bad- Justin Bieber

*not proofread*

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"What?" I asked, sounding bored to my own ears.

"Nevermind. See you at school, Kelly." Mason replied.

I nodded and walked away, not really caring about what he was going to ask me.

When I reached home, I headed to my room and did my usual routine.

Take your wrist, cut, clean, and put gauze.

I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. I was thinking of my past, my future, my parents. I kept wondering how's Austin doing.

Oh how much I miss him.

Tears started spilling from my eyes endlessly as I thought about Austin.

Did they kill him? Is he alive? Does he remember me? Why didn't I take him with me?

Saying that I felt guilty was an understatement. Tears kept streaming down my face as more negative thoughts popped in my mind.

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That night, I cried myself to sleep, like usual. I always cry myself to sleep because it's the only time I show my emotions. I usually out on a facade in front of everyone, no one knows how I feel. during the day, my eyes lack emotion and only show coldness. However, when it's night, all the emotions they were hiding spill out of them. I cry and cry and cry, because I feel guilty, because I feel ashamed, and most importantly, because I have no one. I have no one to cry on their shoulder, I have no one to share my secrets with, I have no one to support me and my descisions.

I don't deserve anyone, I'm an ugly bitch who brings nothing but bad news. I shouldn't drag others down with me.

When I woke up, I looked even more ugly than usual, if that's possible. My eyes were blood-shot from crying and I had dark bags under my eyes because of my lack of sleep. I guess I cried too much last night.

It was Friday. I got up and did my morning routine and then picked my Hollister black hoodie and a pair of jeans with my Uggs and got dressed. I went to the kitchen and had breakfast, then I headed to school.

When I reached school, I started walking to my locker in the hallway, and got my books from it. I had English Literature next, and we had the worst teacher ever, Mr. Henery

As I started walking towards my English Literature class, I bumped into a hard wall, and fell on the ground. I groaned in pain.

"Are you okay?" I heard.

IT TALKS?!

Wait, I know that voice..

I looked up to see the person/talking wall that I bumped into, Mason Allen.

I glared at him, and he extended his hand to help me get up, but I got up without his help.

'I'm sorry." He apologized, looking truly sorry.

"Whatever." I muttered.

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English Lit. was boring, and so was the rest of my day, until it was lunch. I felt someone's hand wrap around my wrist and dragged me into a Janitor's closet. I tried to figure out who the person was, and when she looked at me in the eyes, I directly recognized her. Stacy.

I raised a questioning eyebrow and glared at her.

"I saw you and Mason Allen together this morning." She stated, sounging.. Jealous?

It was a statement not a question.

"Yeah, and so what?" I asked, sounding careless and bored.

"Stay away from him, Kelly." She said, sounding threatening, but I was unaffected by her.

"Or else what?" I asked, smirking.

"You don't want to know. This is a warning, if I see you with him, you won't like the consequences." She threatened.

"And what makes you think I'm interested in him? And plus, if you're so sure that he likes you, you wouldn't be taking me as a competition and threatening me. Insecure are we, Stace?" I was pissing her off, and I knew it. When she didn't respond, I smirked, turned around, and walked away before she had the chance to speak.

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The rest of the day was eventless and boring.

While I was walking, on my way home from school, it started raining.

Great.

I heard a car honking next to me but I decided to ignore it. The car kept following me, so I turned to look at it, Mason Allen.

"Need a ride?" I heard him shout, his voice sounding low compared to the heavy rain.

"No. I can walk." I glared at him.

'Oh come on, it's not like I'm gonna murder you." He replied.

I sighed in defeat and yanked the door open.

A ride is okay, right?

"Now that wasn't hard, was it?" He said, smirking.

I gave him a cold glare that shut him up.

The ride home was silent, other than me giving Mason Allen the directions to my house.

When we reached, I muttered a "thank you" and walked into the house.

I greeted Grandma and had lunch. I talked a bit with Grandma about my day and helped her clean the dishes, then went to my room and started cutting with my razor. I started cutting after the incident. I was never like that, but I guess pain can make people do anything to get rid of it. Cutting helps me forget my emotional pain by causing me physical pain. Of course, it hurts, but it is a thousand times better than the emotional pain.

When I was done, I cleaned the cuts and covered them with gauze. Some of the scars started fading away, while others are still there, reminding me of the reasons behind them.

I started doing my homework, and suddenly my phone buzzed. That was unusual, no one really ever texts me because I have no friends.

Unknown Number: You really are something, Kelly Edwards, I want to get to know you ;). -Mason

A/N: AND THERE IS CHAPTER 3 MY LOVLIES <3 :)

So what is the "incident" that Kelly is talking about? What does Mason mean by his text? Why is Mason being nice to Kelly? Does Stacy like Mason?

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Liana xx