About Adrienne:
Full Name: Adrienne Michelle Lloyd
Age: 16
Date Of Birth: September 19th
Hair: Long, Straight, Bright Red
Eyes: Dark Green
About Alex:
Full Name: Alexander Elliot Sykes
Age: 17
Date Of Birth: November 2nd
Hair: Black, Straight
Eyes: Dark Brown
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-Adrienne's P.O.V-
I stood in my bathroom and looked at my body in the mirror. Hideous. I had scars on my wrists, thighs and stomach. Of course I was part to blame for them. I had been a cutter since I was 12. I didn't do it for popularity. Or to be like the other girls. I had accidentally cut myself with a broken plate. It was odd. It had cut my hands pretty deep, but it didn't hurt at all. I just stood there looking at the dark red blood dripping from the fresh cut. Since then I've just had an obsession like crave of hurting myself. And, I know I probably sound crazy or like a belong in an insane asylum, but it's true. Besides what I had done to myself, the other half of the scars were from my boyfriend. He abuses me. He hits me, slaps me, punches me, pulls my hair and shit like that. Usually when people know other people who are in abusive relationships, they just tell them to leave. They don't realize that it's not that easy. You can't just call it quits and leave right off the bat. I wish. It's like having a stalker or a ghost following you at all times. Watching your every move. Making sure you do everything right. You can't be alone for more than a minute without raising suspicion. It's terrible. I moved my hands over my stomach, examining the bumps and bruises I had when I heard banging at the door. "Adrienne! Open the fucking door! Now!" I quickly jumped back and shook my head repeatedly. I didn't want to go out there. I didn't want him to see me. I didn't want to see him. Another bang at the door. "Adrienne!" He shouted once again. I didn't know what to do so I hid in the shower. Hey, I know it's a stupid idea but give me credit alright? Silence. Then a huge crashing sound filled my ear drums. He had broken down the door like he had done a thousand times before. Putting my hands tightly over my mouth, I sat down, not even daring to make another move. I could hear him mumbling under his breath at how stupid and useless I was. I guess he was right. I could hear his foot steps getting closer and closer to the shower. Now there was nothing to separate us but cheap porcelain and a thick shower certain. After every heart breaking step there was a silence that followed. Thump...Silence...Thump...Silence...Thump. There it was again. Beautiful silence. Or so I thought. The shower certain was pushed out of my sight and the next thing I knew, I was in Alex's tight grasp. Shit.
He had grabbed me by my arm, tight enough to leave a bruise. I wanted to yelp in pain, but I couldn't because if would only make it worse than it was. "You little bitch!" He yelled, throwing me onto the floor. I went down with a thud, and I think I hit my head on the wall. "How dare you hide from me!" With that I recieved a kick to the stomach. Pulling my knees to my chest, I tried to protect myself, but instead it only made him even more angry. "You can't save yourself Adrienne! It's your fault this ever happened!"
