The First Cut Is The Deepest

Chapter 4 {edited}

I flung myself down on my bed, tears threatening to spill. Oh, Kamila. How did you go from the beautiful innocent little 12 year old to this? Where did my best friend go? And how long has she truly been lost? 'Kate? Get your skinny arse down here!!' Sam. Great. I looked curiously in my mirror. Great just fucking great. My mascara had run. My eyeliner had run. And I mean, it was Sam! Last time he saw me like this the last thing I had to worry about was makeup.

Fifteen minutes later, I was sat, being interrogated by Sam. 'What the fuck is this text bitch?!'. The text I sent aunt Lillie. 'You're not fucking leaving. Ever.'. 'Sam. You can't control me. Nor do you care. So just go back to fucking your whores, yeah?'. I pushed away from the table and made my way to the staircase. Instantly I regretted it when I heard him mutter. 'Oh.bitch. You shouldnt have said that.'. I felt a handful of my waist-length dark brown hair being gripped and pulled, hard. I fell to the floor and felt his fists rain down on me until my vision went black and I tasted blood.

I woke up to the beeping of some machine. My vision was fuzzy. I could make out Sam and Kamila sat on chairs by my bed. Oh right. I was in the hospital. 'Sam. Why are you even here?' the words left my mouth before I have them permission to. He awkwardly looked towards the nurse. 'Because I'm your brother. And I'm gonna beat the hell out of whoever did this.'. The nurse, Janice, looked towards me for an answer. 'You can't beat the hell out of yourself, Sam.'. Janice's face turned into a mixture of emotions: anger sympathy, confusion. 'Get out.'. Oh her voice sounded so much like mum's had. The last thing I process is Sam's face with a look of pure rage as he left my bedside before Janice stuck the needle she'd had in her left hand, that I'd been oblivious to, into my arm.