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Chapter 2

I woke up sweating and tears breaming down my cheeks, I felt a slight pain radiating from the places I had cut a few days ago

It still looked dark outside and I looked to the wooden bedside table to find a digital alarm clock which had the bold writing 6:00 a.m

It was a routine walking up at that particular time and wake up to cook for the family . I got up with a towel in hand to freshen up

I switched on the tap to the shower which led out wonderful warm water which I had to get use to. I wrapped the towel around my body that I despise and walked out the hall. I had forgotten which room was mine I walked in one and it was dark I switched on the lights to see Luke. he looked like he was about to wake up when I shut the lights off and slowly closed the door.

I walked to the room next to Luke's and It had my bag with my clothing a inside so this was definitely my room, I got dressed into some dark leggings and a black sweater with little red hearts onto it , I pulled my hair up into a messy bun.

I went down into the kitchen and saw some oranges so I took some and squeezed every single drops of it making fresh juice for the new family and I made scrambled eggs and French toast for everyone

"Hey" I heard from behind me almost giving me heart attack I put my hand on my chest holding my heart for dear life, I saw Luke chuckling "sorry about that" he said with a groggy morning voice it was actually hot and I couldn't help but stare . He was literally shirtless in front of me and flexing that muscle when he runs his hand through his hair

I smiles in return to answer. He sat down on a stool bar "may i?" he said, I just nodded and he started taking some food into his mouth

"How old are you?" he asked with a pice of French toast in his full mouth

"I actually turned 14 today" I said very quiet but still audible I wasn't much to talk so much as I wasn't very important to my other siblings . it was all mostly about them and I wasn't allowed to share anything about myself so I stopped trying and kept it all to myself

"Happy birthday!" he said getting up and walking over to me and engulfing me in a hug. I could have just died right then and there

"Thank you" I said with a half smile

"So, uhm I saw on your wrist last night" he started " and I , uh why?" he asked finally

I don't know I have been keeping everything to myself for 5 years because everyone stopped caring I was never the one to chat about myself or tell a soul, I would rather have taken it to my grave which I had tried that a couple of times but obviously failed seeing as I am still alive but barely breathing.

"I uh, uhm " I don't know what to tell him

"I just had a hard time.." was all I could say

"Why would you do that to yourself though" he said , I honestly don't know he thinks it's stupid but he doesn't know how it feels, living this luxurious life here in Australia

"It stupid" he said and that's when I was hurt

"It is?" I asked my voice cracking and a ginormous lump forming in my throat. I almost burst out into tears right then and there

He nodded " cutting is like you took a blindfold and covered your eyes and your on a beach walking in the ocean , you just keep walking and you don't know where you're going. Depression has blinded you. All you know if you're going deeper . Now you just keep going until you drown. You want air. You want relief you don't want to be drowning in the water anymore. Imagine someone pulling you out of the water and that relief of air into your lungs. That's what cutting is, relief. Relief from all the pain you've been drowning in. Relief from the not feeling good enough. Relief of feeling and being fat . So you want to know why I cut? Now you do for relief" I retort