Scarlette's Story

Chapter 2

The next day at school, I walked into the classroom and was attacked by a very energetic Cordilia.

"SCARLETTE!!" Cordilia threw her arms around me and gave me a hug that took my breath away.

"Dammit I can't breathe"

"Oops" Cordilia smiled at me. My gaze flickered down to her wrist. She was wearing several thick bracelets. She saw me looking and moved her arm behind her back uncomfortably. I gave her a look and went to my locker to get my stuff out for next period.

The rest of the school day passed by in a blur. Before I knew it, the dismissal bell rang. School was boring, but I preferred it to being at home. My house was basically a nightmare. Three loud, annoying younger siblings and two fighting parents? Not the best combination for a depressed middle schooler.

As I was waiting for the bus, I thought. I thought about Cordilia cutting, I thought about my grades, my family... all of a sudden, it was all too much. Tears welled up in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. Why the hell was I crying over nothing?

Crybaby. The voice in my head taunted. You're way too sensitive.

I know I am! Just shut up already. I thought. Great. Just great. Now I was having conversations with myself. And I thought I was getting better. Guess not.

The second I got home, I raced to the bathroom.

"Scarlette? Is something the matter?" My mom knocked on the door. Like she cared. I rolled my eyes and ignored her. "Don't ignore me young lady. Why are you in such a rush?" My mom's tone grew stern.

"I really have to use the bathroom! Chill, it's nothing." I replied while desperately searching for my razor. I finally found it by the bathtub.

"Well I'm going to go grocery shopping with your sister since we hardly have any food left. If you want a snack there are crackers in the pantry." My mom informed me before leaving me alone. Finally.

I picked up the razor and rolled up my sleeve. I hadn't done this in a while. This would only be the second time I was doing this. I gulped. My heart jumped into my throat-I could literally hear it beating. Why was I getting so scared? It's not like I haven't done this before.

I swiped the razor across my wrist several times, and felt the familiar feeling of pain and relief. But I needed more. This wasn't enough. I needed razor blades, not just a lousy shaving razor. I cleaned up the cuts and pulled my sleeves down. Placing the razor back where I found it, I left the bathroom.

Now, where could I find actual razor blades? Or would I just have to buy some?

I went into my room and locked the door. I sat down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wasn't getting better. Not at all. And that scared me. Would I ever get to live a normal, happy life?

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Ok I know that this chapter was probably the suckiest thing I've ever written but that's how my stories usually are. They start out pretty well but then get lamer and lamer. I'll TRY to do a better job on chapter 3. I think i might skip ahead in time in the next chapter just because 7th grade was when everything started...happening, I guess. Idk yet. Sorry about the last two lame updates, I suck at writing but I love it so...
xoxo
~brokenanorexia~