Permanent Scars

Chapter 2-New Start

Authors note:

So what do you guys think!? I hope this story goes well. Comment what you think.

I decided to write this story because there was a time in my life where I felt worthless and like no one cared about me. I feel like others are out there who are just like I was and need to know there is a chance for everyone. No one is worthless or stupid or not good enough. We are all perfect in God's eyes, and that is all that matters.

If anyone needs to talk, I am always open. :)

I woke up on my bed again, the gun in my hand. It didn't feel as cold and evil as it had before. I slipped it back into its place in the closet and went downstairs.

My mom greeted me at the door with a smile and a hug.

"You got a letter in the mail today!" she smiled at me.

I took it from her hand and opened the back. Inside was a folded piece of paper. I read it to myself.

Dear Ash-trash,

I just wanted to write you this letter telling you how little you mean to me. I see you at school and all, but you seem to ignore me and not listen to my comments. So now you have to listen.

Ashley, how do you walk around everyday? You are worthless and don't deserve to breath the same air as I do. What you wear is hideous, along with your features.

You could lose a lot of pounds. Chubby!

I wish you would just kill yourself already.

I choked back the tears and pocketed the note.

"Isn't that sweet of someone to write to you!" my mom exclaimed to me.

If only she knew.

...........

I walked into my first class, P.E., ready to face them. They weren't going to get to me.

I looked down at my wrist and saw the scar the angel had told me about. It was a clean cut, and a reminder of what I had done.

"Ash-trash!" someone called." Why don't you just go kill yourself?"

I turned in the direction of the voice and saw Jessica with a smirkon her face.

"Stop it." I told her.

"Oohh! The little brat is getting bossy. Well I can fix that." she replied.

She started towards me. I backed up a little and felt the coldness of a locker seep through my skin. Just as she got to me, a voice broke the silence in the room.

"Jess you need to stop."

Jessica turned around, ready to go after the girl who dared to speak to her.

A girl with brown hair and hazel eyes was standing a few feet away from us.

"Lauren." I whispered.

She smiled at me and then turned back to Jessica.

"Lauren, I was just.." Jessica stammered.

"Save it." Lauren replied and walked over to me.

I don't remember their ever being a Lauren. but everyone else does. It is fine by me though.

Lauren walked out the door and motioned for me to follow.

"I won't save your butt like that again, so you better be ready for next time." she whispered to me.