Blades - on hold

Pt 3.

ANDREA

Unscrewing my sharpeners razor blades with my cuticle remover was pretty easy.Nobody noticed and I was able to obtain two new tools for my hobby.

Red liquid pours from the scars I opened with the razors sharp edges as I dragged it across them.

Both of my arms looked like I had a cat freak out on them and it's claws nicked my skin repeatedly.

I felt relief after drawing blood from my arms with a blade.I don't cut for attention,I cut to see myself bleed,for some reason it comforts me.Plus it's he only pain I have control over.

"Andrea! Breakfast is ready!" I hear my mom shout from downstairs.

I put my blades in my jeweler box and close it shut.I wipe the left over blood with a damp napkin and then cover my arms with my sleeves.I pull my hair around my ear and hop down stairs with a cheery smile on my face.

They knew I'm depressed but faking a smile just makes them feel better because it makes it look like I'm better.

"Hey mom" I say and kiss her cheek when I enter the kitchen.

"Morning sweetie" she smiles while placing my breakfast on the table.Scrambled eggs,Bacon,toast and coffee.It was usually my favorite meal but I just wasn't hungry for it.

I sit down and pick up the fork to begin mashing my food around.You probably wonder how I get around not eating without my parents noticing.Theres this technique I learned from this show I watched a couple years ago.

You have to do a lot of talking.Which is concurring because I'm really good at talking.You do that while cutting things up a lot.

Then questions.

"So where's dad?" I ask while digging my fork into one of the sausages.

"He's off at work,you know how hard it is being a Descendent of a DuPont."

"Right" I smile.

Dad was always working.He'd come home so late sometimes I'd think he was cheating on mom.But my father is the most loyal man I've met so I always doubt it.

Then you change the subject.

I wave my food in her face to assure her I'm eating."Wow mom this is really good" I say and she thanks me.

She isn't sure what I'm doing but I keep distracting her by throwing different topics to the table.

"There's a party tonight" I tell her with a perky voice as I break apart my toast."Adelaide is throwing it"

"Are you going?" She asks genuinely curious while taking a bite out of her juicy sausage.

I haven't been to a party in ages and it's not like ive been invited to one.

I shrug.

If I could find a way to get myself invited I totally would.I mean I rather stay home and not show the world the hideous creature that I am.I rather sleep and forget but I rather get drunk and horny then die in a pool of my own tears.

I had to leave before this got suspicious.So I shove my food to one side of the plate look at the watch on my wrist that I don't have and push myself out of the seat.

"Shit mom I've gotta go or I'll be late!" I rush out the door and hop onto the sidewalk.

Most people don't know me although I'm the richest girl at Brooke Haven.Not even my neighbors know my name.Well except Josh,but that's a different story.Hes a different story.