So, You're My Other Half.

****Before i start the actual story just wanna give you guys alittle like heads up kinda thingy. POV means POINT OF VIEW ! JS. This story may or may not get graphic so there is a *trigger warning*. COMMENT PLEASEEE WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU LOVELYS THINK! ENJOY <3 ****

{CARTERS POV}

Ew... its Monday I'm pretty sure I'm not the only human who almost utterly hates Mondays... but most people hate them because they are slow starts and slow ends, the clear sign that the weekend is over, and also everyone is tired as hell. But, for me ... My "Bad Monday Blues" have a little more of a deeper cause. About two years ago I got some news that I would never expect to hear. I got a call from the NSFMP, National Service for Finding Missing People. They asked for a miss Carter Masin and I being her, replied accordingly. They told me they found my mother, Lucinda (Luce) buried 1 foot under snow in some mountains in some continent that i forgot the name of. They told me that after a year of searching they gave up and had to continue on with another case. The service apologized and told me that they'd pay for any and all funeral costs for the mourning of me and my family. With a cracked voice I thanked them and hung up. The moment i heard the beep indicating the call was officially over I broke down and cried like I had never cried a single tear in my life( which isn't true) . I don't think i have ever cried such long lasting hot tears before... they burned my flushed pale cheeks.

I made the mistake of reliving this memory now in the present. I hate reliving the memory right before going in public, because i cant help but to cry. It took a good 10 minutes for my intense hysterical crying to transition to a light sob. By the time my father walked into the room the tears had completely stopped, the only evidence of my crying was my swollen red eyes. My father walked in ...he'd only been in the room a mili-second and the aroma of rum, whiskey, and brandy polluted the room. I gagged. He looked at me with a confused daze... then came up to me slapped me across the face and went on and on about how worthless I am and how i could make his life so much better if i was gone. He doesn't know this but hes the reason for my mental issues and my self harm issues. Hes the reason i cut almost to deep or don't eat all three meals. He doesn't know but hes making me kill myself slowly everyday.

The bastard finally left and i took my hidden razor and slashed at my wrist... i looked at the other fading scars surrounding it and i felt ashamed of myself... i cried again and slit a few more cuts then my arm went limp and i dropped the blade. The blood trickled down my arm over the palm of my hand dripping from my fingertips. My body was weak and felt limp...but i wasn't dead yet.

I think the most dreadful part of my cutting is the clean up after my arm is done being stupid. Once my arm almost completely stopped bleeding I cleaned up all the blood and the blades, cleaned the blades and stored them in my secret hiding place.I walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom just to see the the clock. Ew... its 6:30 almost time to leave to go to the hell whole that awaits me at the end of Oak Drive.I throw on a pair of black skinny jeans a Of Mice & Men tee and a Peace tea jacket. I Grab a quick drink, my keys, my backpack, phone, head phones, and my money. I wait out side for my friend to come down my street and into my driveway with her bright red Honda. My friend, Olivia, has the tendency to pick me up at 7:00 when school doesn't start till 7:30. She likes to make a "quick" stop at Starbucks. I say "QUICK' because ...i mean i love her .. But Jesus this chick spends 10-20 mins in there every morning. Personally I believe shes got a thing for the cutie that works there and shes just trying to get some face to cleavage time before school. But hey, just my opinion. She finally arrives and signals me to get in the car.Before I knew it we where on the familiar pathway that lead to Starbucks. Without a word Olivia (liv) gets out and takes her normal time to order flirt and return. She walks out with her usual... a A caramel mocha coco something for her with a slice of raspberry pound cake, and a Caffe Vanilla Frapichinno and an asiago and Cheddar hot pretzel for me. I take my food and drink. I start drinking my coffee but wait till we get on campus to eat. The minute that sucker goes down... its coming back up. We enter the student parking lot and look for our parking number. 201... 202... Ah ha 203, perfect as always. Ive always hated this place but I only have a few more years.