New Scars

Chapter 1

    

    They were dead and she was the one who had to tell Cari. They had nothing. No family to turn to, no friends to call out to, and no parents.

As she looked around the furnished house, she thought about what to say.

"They're gone, Cari, and they aren't coming back." No, that was too harsh.

"Something happened today and momma and daddy aren't coming home and it's all my fault." No, still to...just no.

Cari ran through the house laughing.

"Look, Avri!" She held up a caramel colored cat that looked pitiful with its matted fur and scarred face.

"No we can't keep a cat. We don't have enough time and money." Cari held the cat closer.

"He can fend for himself. Can't he just sleep here and play with me?" I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face.

"Fine. But listen, Cari, there's something you need-" Just at the worse possible moment, the door bell rang.

I straightened and walked to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open.

"You could just-" I stopped, mid-sentence, as I looked who at the boy in front of me. A beautiful smirk filled his face and his chocolate eyes crinkled as a toothy grin was plastered across his stunning face.

"Hello," I said and he pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

"My mom made me come over and welcome our new neighbors. Hi there." He smiled and waved to the little girl clinging to my side, her head bumping my rib cage that pokes out farther than it should for a 17 year old girl.

"Hi," Cari squeaked and fist bumped his outstretched fist.

"Cari, why don't you go play with that animal thing of yours?" She smiled up at me.

"He's a cat, Avi," she exclaimed and ran down the hall.

"Hi, thanks," I took the flowers and walked to the kitchen. "Come in," I said after I didn't hear his footsteps behind me.

"Are your parents home.?" He asked looking around the space.

"Uh, no. They won't be home for a while." He traced his fingers along the old wooden table as I ran the stems of the flowers under the cool water.

"Oh. How long have you been here? I thought you just moved?" I turned to him and placed the flowers in the empty vase on the table.

"You sure do like to ask a lot of questions." He blushed and looked down at his hands.

"Just very curious." He chuckled. I smiled and went to wash my hands in the kitchen sink.

"Do you want something to eat?" He sook his head 'no' and sat in one of the old chairs.

"Water would be nice though." I crabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, sitting down across from him as he sipped at it.

"So how long have you lived here?" I asked as I gazed out the window above the sink.

"About 15 years but on this earth? God, 18 long years." I faked a smile like I had been doing for all of my life and looked down at the black, chipped nail polish.

"Funny." His eyes bore into me.

"What about you?" Rolling my eyes, I answered.

"17 long, painful years. Sadly." He laughed and shook his head.

"Sad? No," he faked his enthusiasm.

"Yeah. I've had to take care of Cari all of her life because my parents were always going on work trips."

"Were?" He tilted his head.

"Yeah. I haven't even told Cari. She still thinks that they are at work and will be home in a few hours."

He moved to the seat beside me and grabbed my hand as a tear slipped down my cheek.

"God, in sorry. You just came to give flowers and you get a pitiful, crying girl." I wiped away the tear and sniffed. He shook his head.

"No, no it's ok. I get it. I lost my parents in a plane accident." I pushed away and leaned on the counter.

"No. You can't possibly get it." I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Can you just go please?" I heard the chair scrape across the tile floor and the front door open and close.

A sob broke through my lips and I ran up the stairs and to the bathroom. Pulling up the tile, I grabbed the blade I had been using for years and went to stand in front of the mirror.

"You killed them," I whispered to the small, pale, crying girl in the mirror. "You are deadly. You are not worthy of this." I pulled my sleeve up and slid the blade across the inside of my wrist. The blood bubbled and spilled over my wrist and a shout came from my lips and I fell to the ground.

"AVI!" Cari ran into the bathroom and froze. "I'm going to get help!" She ran out aside from my screams of protest.

A few minutes later, the edges of my vision were blackening, the boy from earlier ran into the bathroom.

"I want to see her!" Cari screamed from the hall.

"Cari go to your room!" He screamed. "Avri! Avri, come on. Come here," he slid his arms around my back and carried me out the front door and to his car. He laid me across the back seat and jumped in the drivers seat, flying through the neighborhood.

"Hello? It's Nolan Darvie, I'm coming in with a girl who's lost a lot of blood." A pause. Everything was black now and I was angry. I didn't even know this boys name and he was saving my life when I didn't want to be saved. "Yes a suicide attempt....Of course I want her to live!...Thank you. We are pulling in now." He parked and ran to pull me out.

"I wanted to die!" I sobbed as a bright light blinded me. "Let me die!" He held my hand as the doctors operated on my arm.