Chapter 1 ; torn skin

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I woke up with yet another head ache, the crying from the night before didn't help or the blinding light coming from the bottom of my blinds. "Hey bee, are you awake you have school in an hour". my mum storms In and I throw my wrists under the covers.
"So your just not going to get up then!"
My mother snaps at me. She leaves the room and I hear her foot steps trail of in to the distance. I take a makeup wipe and remove the remaining mascara from yesterday, I feel my skin burn as I scrape of the remaining junk from my face. It wasn't an unbearable type of pain but then again nothing really physically hurts me any more.

I reach over my vanity table and grab my hair brush, the skin on my arm pulls as my wrist try's to scar me with bad memories and thoughts permanently. "What have I done to my self" I whisper gentle slowly running my hand over my torn skin.

I throw on my striped blue jumper to cover my arms and run down stairs.
"Morning sunshine" my mum says smiling and in a totally different mood. I smile and grab my school bag, Ember is stood out side the door with a coffee in her hand she looks me up and down "took you long enough".

Ember is the type of girl every one loves, some times I look at her and wonder why I'm blessed with such an amazing friend. I love her so much, she the one person that can destroy me in less then a word, a breath or look.
I reach for my phone,

Logan :   "where the hell are you guys?"

Logan is my other best friend, hes so short and random, you can always ask him a question and he will tell you straight witch is the best and worst possible trait. when we get to school Ember goes to get break fast and I can find Logan so i sit down. the minuet i sit down i begin to cry, its not a sad type of cry, its more of a numb cry and uncontrollable at that. i finally stop crying and gently wipe under my swollen eyes. i walk over to the vending machine and select a peach ice tea from the top row. "can you grab me a diet coke?" it was Logan.

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