You Healed My Cuts

Chapter 2

The drive to Vancouver was extremely long and painful... and I'm pretty sure that I slept for the entire drive, unless we made a stop somewhere along the way. We had finally arived at our new house, it was fairly big, it had a room with a balcony, and I had mental dibs on it. I hopped out of the truck and rached into the back seat for the boxes of all my stuff, when a sharp piece of glass from a mirror that must have broke on the way here sliced across the inside of my arm, making an uneven line against my many other scars. It must have cut close to a vein because blood started gushing out of my wrist. I quickly tore a strip off my plaid shirt and wrapped it tightly around my bleeding arm. I carefully picked up the boxes, making sure I didn't cut myself again, and followed my mom inside. "By the way..." She giggled. "You get the room with the balcony, I read your mind as soon as we got here." "Awe thanks Mom! I'm gonna go unpack my stuff, the movers already put everything in there right?" I questioned. "Yes sweetie, I'm gonna go have a quick cat nap, have fun in your new room!" She answered, I could tell that she was exausted, and quite frankly, so was I. I nodded and ran up stairs with my stuff. I found my way to my room and opened the door, it was perfect, everything I could ever want in a room. I set my stuff down carefully and checked my cut, it stopped bleeding but it stung a bit. I wrapped it again and laid on my bed. This was a start to a new life. "Don't mess it up." I whispered to myself.