Ambers POV;
Its been two days since the party,I spent the rest of the weekend sat at home in my room but guess what I do that every weekend because I don't have anyone to go anywhere with . I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about what beau said to me ,about noone speaking to me, I don't know why I'm letting it bother me,I should be use to this,insults should burn me anmore but they do,that hurt so much that I feel like crawling up in a ball and crying .The worst of it is,I don't know why everybody hates me,what do they have against me that why want to make me hurt so bad.. .I looked at the time on my phone and got up letting out a sigh, I knew what I was going to do next and I dident even care, I had no emotion ever care anymore. I got off of my bed, opened my draw and grabbed a small box,opened it to reveal a blade, I stripped down to my underwhere revealing all of my scars and recents cuts across my wrists,arms,tummy etc, I skimmed my finger across some of the scars tracing the lines, I grabbed the blade and watched my self bleed as I drew the blade against my skin,I knew I deserved the scars, I knew I deserved the pain.
I cleaned up my cuts,realising I had little time to get ready, I pulled out my usual clothing choice of jeans,a long sleeved top with converse and a load of bracelets . I threw my hair up in a high pony tail and did my usual makeup look before looking in the mirror,I grabbed my bag and ran out the door knowing if I dident leave now I'd be late for the bus. As I walked to the bus stop I was hoping beau wouldent be there, he was just like the others , I mean I can't deny that I find him insanely attractive but he hurt me,hasent he ever heard of the saying "words hurt"? Clearly not
I got to the busstop and to my surprise he wasent there,a part of me wondered why but a part of me dident give a shit, I mean why should I care about someone who doesent care about me, but deep down I do care, but I don't know why..,I was snapped out of my thoughts when my phone vibrated, I look at it to see I had got a text from nina,she and my mum where the only people who ever texted me,how popular am I
From Nina;Where are you?x
I looked at the time and nearly screamed ,that's why beaus not here, I'm late , half an hour late to be precise,ill never make it to college in time and my mother is going to kill me ,great just what I needed and the bus isent even here yet.
