Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Prologue ~ Don't Do It

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I clutched the knife in my hand.

It was only 2 inches tall.

Amazing how much a two inch tall knife can do to someone.

I heard my apartment door open and checked to make sure the bathroom door was still locked.

I heard Mitch's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Brooke?" He called.

I looked down at my arm.

The blood dripped down into the sink, leaving stains.

He would hate me if he found out I was cutting again.

Yet he was the one that gave me the knife.

Damn. What have I done?

I hung a towel over my bleeding arm. I knew he would find out, but the longer I could keep it from him the more I could convince myself that this would be the first time he didn't find out.

"Brooke? Where are you?" He called again, this time with more worry in his voice.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I knew I was beautiful. I looked just like Klariza Clayton, but not as pretty without make-up on.

I looked like someone from a horror film.

My mascara was running, and I had blood smeared in various faces around my face from rubbing off my tears with my arm.

I looked around and saw my hoodie.

I put it on, even though it was 70° outside.

I used the towel to wipe off all the blood on my face.

I heard Mitch knock on the bathroom door.

"Brooklynn, I know you're in there,"

"No," I said softly.

"Brooklyn Annabelle Henderson," He breathed as he leaned his head against the door.

I went and opened the window. I was the 18th floor.

I gazed down at the city. So many cars. So many buildings.

it would be so... Easy.

I woudln't even be noticed. I was just another girl.

Just another nothing. It wouldn't matter.

The window was just big enough for me to climb through.

I stuck my hands out first.

Then I heard Mitch start to cry.

My heart melted.

"Please... Don't... Brooke..." he choked between sobs.

"You're faking." I heard it slip out of my mouth and instantly regret it.

"What?"

"Why should you care if I jump out or not? It's not gonna affect your life one way or another."

"Brooklynn, you know that's not true," He sounded scared.

"I'm just another nothing," I murmured.

"But you're so much more," he whispered through the door.

"To who?!" I demanded

"To me."