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Chapter 2

I catch a bus home because I was to tiered and sore to run .

The New York subway was crowded so I had to stand while every one said there wasn't anymore seats left.

I caught a lot of attention when I walked off the subway.

A group of guys with the devil in there eyes fill me up eying my every move. I speed walk as fast as I can to the nearest restaurant .

Just my luck there serving my favorite dish pasta Alfredo the smell makes me so hungry but then Ana says I didn't run today so no food for me .

I walk out the restaurant and head for home is was a decent walk there which Gave me plenty of time to find an excuse for why I was just now coming home 3 hours after school got out.

I get a vibrating text it's from my mom worried it reads " where the hell are you. are you ok do You need me to pick you up" ?

I reply " I'm fine mom got stuck on the bus be home in 10"

When I arrive at home it 6:30 dinner was over thank god.

My mom runs up to me and hugs me which really hurts I struggle to get away from her tight grasp.

She look at my face and suddenly her mood changes from relive to demanding answers.

Her eyes say it all , "today I fell down the stair no big deal" shrugging it off.

My mom looked worried "do I need to take you to the hospital "?

I replied "mom I'm fine chill out I'm going to take a bath I'm really sore"

As I walk to my pink bathtub I turn on some hot water. I finally look at my self .... battered and bruised busted lip black eye i look like a clown with to much make up.

I got in the hot bath water lathering my wash cloth with soap and cleaned the dry blood all over my body .

Getting my razor to shave my legs a triggering thought crossed my Mind I break my razor exposing the silver thin blade .

I gently run the blade across my left hip bone this was all so new to me I never seen my blood floating in water.

I did a couple more rows. That was it they weren't to deep just right I got out of the cold water dried off and went to bed.

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