*Faye's POV*
We walked out of the care home, and got into the car, Looked down at my covered up wrist...
*FLASHBACK* I walked out of my room in the care home, and bumped into her , Maria, my worst ever enemy! "Hey! watch where your going you useless piece of shit! God your just always in the way, why don't you just go and kill yourself, everyone will be so much better off with out you here, ya know what, I bet that if you weren't born your parents would never have died, or maybe they were relieved when they died, because they finally got away from the fat ugly CUNT!" she pushed me over, and I sat there crying, people watched and did nothing but laugh at me, this happened everyday, until I eventually just stopped leaving my room, I stopped eating, I couldn't sleep, but everyday I had a note come under my door, everyday I would open it, and because of that letter, every day I would get the blade out of my sharpener, and sliced open parts of my wrist, every day there was blood on my floor or clothes. Every day.
*BACK TO THE PRESENT* We were in the car, Zayne was driving, and I sat there staring at my wrist, which was covered with my long sleeved top, tears started to fall down me face, Liam sat next to me, and noticed the tears streaming down my face, my face turning red, he put his arm around me and stroked my hair "shh, baby, don't worry, I promise everything will be fine, its all up hill from here, shh, don't worry, I know you miss them, but you will see them again, yeah? It might be a while, but don't worry sweetie." I put my arm around him and dozed off to sleep. I woke up and I was in a bed, I guessed that I was in my new home, the one that I'd live in for the 4 years, some what longer. I got out of bed, it was half 3 in the morning. I went to my bag, and took out my note book, I stuck in every letter that came through my door, I wrote in every thought that when through my mind. All were negative. I read through them and cried, the words got stuck in my mind;
USELESS
WOTHLESS
PIECE OF SHIT
COW
UGLY
FAT
BITCH
CUNT.
I picked up my pencil case, went into the bathroom, and rummaged around in my pencil case until I found what I wanted, my sharpener blade, I locked the bathroom door still with tears rushing out of my eyes, and I slid down the door onto the floor, and I started to cut, again.
