Born To Die (In Progress)

True Nature

"Another long boring day to match my long boring life." A sigh escaping her slightly opened lips.
"Have you done your homework?" The door creaking slightly. The girl threw her blanket over her arm, covering her scar riddled arms.
"Yeah, I finished it with Addy during study hour." The girl rolled onto her side her feet dangling over the edge of her bed.
"Ok, and I have people coming over later so please try not to make a lot of noise." A dirty look tossed carelessly as she closed the door.
    "Ugh..." Another sigh, "She is such a bitch sometimes..."
    She rolled out of her bed, walking over to her desk on the opposite side of the room. A quick glance to the door then she opened her desk drawer sliding out a thin notebook and collapsing back onto the bed. Rattling the shelf I was resting on slightly as the bed frame shook the wall. The doll next to me sliding down and shattering her arm on the carpeted floor.
    "Crap!" She rushed over and scooped up the broken doll, lightly setting her down on the bedside table, "I got this doll when I was like three! Mom is gona be so pissed!" Panicked she glanced around the room looking for something.
    'What is she looking for?' My thoughts raced as she rushed around the room, moving stuff frantically.
"Is everything ok up there?" Mother screamed up the staircase through the door.
"Yeah! I tripped on the carpet, sorry mom!" She screamed back down. She shoved the broken doll into a small cubby in the corner of her room, piling her a collection of her books in front of it.
"Ok!" The floorboards creaked slightly as she walked back over and plopped back down on the bed flipping the thin book open.
"Hmmm..." she rolled over on her back, starring at her dolls lined around the room. Her eyes rested on me and comfort rushed over her face, reaching up she lifted me carefully down from the shelf beside her on the bed. I turned my head as she closed her eyes to get a closer look at this stranger. The scars on her arms were everywhere, not just her wrist like I thought but all the way up to her biceps. Old mixed with fresh.
"I wonder why she's always so mad, u know..." her eyes flicked open and she rolled to face me, "she blames everything on me, even if I could have had nothing to do with it!" Anger fumed behind her eyes but she relaxed as she glanced around the room.
"At least I have all of you to help make me feel better." Her arms motioned to the dolls littering her room.
"Who are you talking to?" The door creaked open once again, the girl flipped up and slid on her robe, covering her arm.
"Nobody, I just like talking to myself. It helps me think when I speak aloud." A calm voice rattled out but fear contorted her face.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" The door flew the rest of the way open, angered footsteps shaking the floor.
"I wasn't! Please mother, I promise that I wasn't lying!" Her voice was in a shrill then it was silent, followed by a loud thud.
"Don't lie to me you stupid bitch." The words spit out like venom to the shaking body laying on the floor.
"I'm sorry mother..." her voice a whimper, "it won't happen again."
"Better not" the door slammed and footsteps erupted down the hall.
The figure slowly slumped into a sitting position, a dark purple bruise forming over her left eye. She heaved herself onto the bed and cried, not caring who heard.