This Is Why I Cry

Chapter Ten: New Scars

     The next day at school I walked in with my hoodie and my head down. I used my long black hoodie to cover my body. My body was pale and covered in new scars. Quinn tried to approach me but I just kept my head down and ignored her.

The first period was a living hell. I had the first period with Jason and Megan. Megan was sitting on his lap. It made me mad that he could just replace me that fast. He was probably going to throw her away after the baby anyways. I bet the baby has the same ugly face as Megan. And will probably die alone if it's an asshole like Jason.

But what if that baby was beautiful? What if it was successful? What if it had a bigger family than anyone else? What if it got more love than anyone? What if that baby was mine? It's not, but would it be happy as mine? Could I be a good mom? Probably not. Megan is beautiful, smart, popular, rich, and loving. She's probably a better mother than I could ever be. Not that I would ever be a mother. No one loves me like that.

I was brought back to reality by the bell. I ran out the door. I just wanted to be far away from those two. I went to my locker to grab my textbook. When I closed my locker Katherine was right there.

"Did you hear about the new baby?!" She had stars in her eyes.

"Sadly yes, that poor baby will have to live with a douche like Jason," I said coldly.

"Oh yeah, I forgot he cheated on you with Megan." She calmly stated.

"Wait, WHAT!?" I felt my face redder than blood with anger.

"Oh shit, you didn't know?" She looked like she just spilled high-security government secrets.

"NOPE!" I curled my hands in a fist.

"Shit..." She smiled nervously.

I screamed and punched the locker. Without saying goodbye I furiously stormed off. I never knew he cheated on me. I skipped the rest of school and walked straight home. I couldn't care less about school right now. I ran inside to the bathroom.

I grabbed a blade. I stared at it and put it down. No, I wasn't doing this right now. I don't know maybe I should. I picked it back up and put it against my skin. One slice. Two slices. Three slices. I put the blade down and soaked my arms in the tub. I ran into the pantry and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I drank straight from the bottle. I passed out.