Chapter 6

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Holy crap 20 reads! That's awesome yesterday I only had 5! Thank you so much, and I should be updating more tomorrow because I'll be in a car for 20'fucking hours😷 well love you guys!

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Dakotas P.O.V

I wake up with my head on Hayes shoulder and his head on my. I must have fallen asleep with

him. I checked my phone. 14 new messages. Crap. All from mom. Damn it. All the the texts were

my mom yelling and screaming at me to answer and tell her where I was. The last text said "You're

grounded until next year, luckily Ms Grier saw me frantically running up and down the street

looking for you, who is apparently sleeping in Hayes room. Who's Hayes?" Shit I'm dead. Just kill

me now. I quickly remove Hayes head from mine and tried to find the bathroom.

"Oh good morning Dakota." Elizabeth said smiling

She kind of startled me "Good morning!" I say back

"Your mother was worried sick about you last night but I talked to her and cleared things up and

told her you'll be staying here for the night."

I smiled and thanked her. Finally I found the bathroom. I was sick. My mom was going to kill me

and when she yells I get anxiety and that makes me cut. Just thinking about this makes me want to

cut. No I can't. But I have to. I frantically look through all the cabinets in the bathroom until I find

a razor. I take the blade out and put it to my skin. I think of everything bad about me. Fat, ugly,

useless, dumb, slut, hated. I started to cry and make a fresh cut. The pain just takes everything

away. 0 days clean. After about 20 cuts I start to feel dizzy. Suddenly the door slams open.

"Dakota" a voice says.

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