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Chapter three: "Bruises and blood stains."

If she has a voice, and she shouts for help: why won't anyone come save her?

Omniscient P.O.V.

Echo could hear the boys shouting, about who knows what. It's just a matter of time till they get to her, and oh. How she will loathe that moment.

"Hey, Mitch, she's in here!" she heard Jerome's all too familiar voice. A few seconds later, Mitch and the rest of the boys stood at her door way. They had sinister smirks on their faces, "Aw, look at how clean her room is...let's change that, boys!" Adam shouted, knocking down her books.

The rest of the boys followed suit. Breaking and knocking down everything. Jerome spotted a glass picture frame, in it was a picture of Echo and Ty. Hugging, and smiling. He frowned, then grabbed it. And threw it at Echo.

It had hit her arm, and shattered. Leaving shards of glass in it. She didn't wince, or cry out in pain. No. They weren't going to get the satisfaction of her pain.

The boys soon left the now wrecked room. Not only have they destroyed every thing in the room, they also destroyed Echo's past. The pictures, the dolls, the papers, the clothing, the love. Everything.

Echo began to tear up, she was sitting on the floor, tears now cascading down her cheek. She hated it. She hated them. Why her brother was friends with them, she knew not.

Echo sat in the corner of her room, she held her head in her hands and looked at the wreckage. Where was she going to get the money to fix it? How would Ty react?

As she began to plot everything out, her thoughts led her elsewhere. She began to feel a familiar ache in her heart. The urge was  back, and stronger than ever.

She stood up and walked to the bathroom, unnoticed by the boys. She locked the door, and grabbed her eyeliner sharpener, snapping the razor off.

She placed it gently on her wrist. Pushing it deeper into her skin, she began to glide it across. Making a fresh cut. She did this several times. Then a knock was heard on the door, "Hurry the fuck up bitch! I need to use the bathroom!" Jason's voice hiss.

She turned on the cold water in the sink, and washed away the blood. She placed the razor in her pocket, and unlocked the door. Unfortunately for her, Jason had punched her. In the cheek, leaving an already growing bruise. She just looked down, not making eye contact and rushed back to her room.

Jason saw the razor in her pocket as she rushed off, he narrowed his eyes. Not sure whether he should believe that she cuts, or if it's just a joke. He wanted to know.

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"Hey, bitch!" Ian called. Echo trembled slightly as she made her way to the living room. Once she was there, Ian, Quinton, Adam, and Jerome began to hit her.

She felt pain, but bit her lip. She heard insults, which made her cower inside. Would she ever show it on the outside? Not intentionally.

After half an hour the boys got bored and left the building. Leaving only Jason and Mitch.

Jason studied her from the couch.

She looks like Ty, but has green eyes. She's shorter than him by maybe a foot or half of one. She might cut. And she looks skinny enough to be anorexic. Could she? She endures the pain. Physical and Emotional. Why? Why won't she just give in show that we hurt her?

His eyes cloud with confusion, a  He watches her stand up. She takes a few steps, then falls to her knees. She's oblivious to his presence. She began to cry, which caught Jason off guard.

She faced Jason, "I have feelings, too, you know..."