The Last Cut

Chapter 3

[A/N OK i asked countless people if i should update this one or Dark Angels, and they would log off. WTH people! I just wanted help.... Ok well im already over that, and this chapter is gunna be kinda long (i hope) and amazing, partly bcuz im drinking an energy drink that has A LOT of caffiene in it and im not really supposed to be drinking it and im naturally crazy and im listening to Blood On The Dance Floor and they're awesomness is contagious. ENJOY AND COMMENT!!

Sorry bout the language in advance, and the middle part of it might be triggering if you ever self harmed/ cut....

Tiffiany is a lying skanky bitch. She lied about when we were going to ditch. I was supposed to be in my bed, blaring music right now. Not standing in the locker room, pulling at the uncomfortable black spandex shorts and purple sports bra. Alice stood next to me, doing the same. Yes, we wear skinny jeans, but they don't hike up the ass like these fucking shorts.

"I am going to kill Tara so slowly she will be begging to die!" I growled, putting my hair in a ponytail.

"Yea! We can strangle her with her own veins or something like that!" Alice smiled mischievously. Soon, Andrea and Tiffiany called us to go out to the gym to practice. Yea, shes one of the top girls on the team. Fucking shoot me, please.

I stepped out of the girls locker room, and thought about that dumb ass dare that Tara had came up with in that twisted ass mind of hers. I seriously hate her, I crossed my fingerless glove clad arms over my chest. I know you are probably wondering, Why are you wearing fingerless gloves while you are cheering? Well, readers, I have scars from...cutting... that need to be hidden. Yes, I cut.

We walked out to the gym, and we had to do our dumb ass stretches. We ran, we jumped, or should I say they did. Alice and I barely participated. hoping to be kicked off.

Then, finally, we practiced our cheers. Alice and I purposely screwed up, and we never got kicked off. Life sucks ass.

"Ok, thats all girls! Have a wonderful rest of the day!" Andrea yelled happily as she dismissed us to go and get changed.

"Fuck yes! C'mon Alice! These shorts are halfway to my throat already!" I pulled her arm to the locker room.

After I got changed I stood in the locker room, waiting to Tiffiany to get done so I can go home.

"I can[t believe they are still on the squad!" I heard a nasal voice whine.

"Neither can I! I mean c'mon, they are emo!" Another one said. I mocked them as I checked my iPhone for anything interesting. Nothing.

"At least they don't have any tattoos." I smirked at that one, I have several tattoos. Most of them band and song related.

"Yes, but they have so many piercings!" The first girl simpered, lets call her "Nasal Queen" shall we?

"I know! Alice has like three on her face and Disarray has-ugh! I don't even wanna talk about it!" Girl number 2 said. I played with the zipper on my BVB hoodie and sighed quietly. Here I am, only 10 feet away from them, and they talk this loudly. They act as if I'm not even here. To them, I'm not.

Tiffiany soon got done and we finally left. I said my goodbyes to Alice, and walked out the gym doors to the outdoors.

"I fucking hate your friends." I said simply, playing with my hair.

"You heard them?" she said, and sent a sympathetic look. It was genuine. Yes, me and my sister might be different, but, we sometimes have our moments where we get along.

"Yea, I did." I stated as we slid into her yellow Porsche.

"Well, maybe if you changed." She said, her green eyes locked onto my cerulean blue ones. Of course, play that card Tiffiany.

"Maybe if your friends weren't bitches..." I trailed off, as we got closer to home.

She shook her head and pulled into the garage next to my black Audi. Once the car was at a complete stop, I opened the door, got out, and slammed it closed. Ignoring my sister complaining about "Being careful with her car".

I dashed up the stairs and into my big bedroom and locked the mahogany door. My eyes swept over the room, that I called a sanctuary.

The white walls that had some pictures and some band posters, the black lacy curtains over the windows, the black and red sheets, and the dark wooden floors, that had a few black, shaggy rugs on top.

I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

The words, "Emo. Freak. Suicidal. Goth. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cutter."

Rang through my ears, words that I heard every day. I pulled back my hoodie sleeves and traced my scars with my finger.

Emo.

Freak.

Cutter.

"Why don't you just kill yourself. No one would miss you."

I closed my eyes tight and tried to ignore the words and statements I had heard earlier, I couldn't bare it, i knew what I had to do.

I slid off my big bed and walked to the attached bathroom and opened the small box that hid in the drawer I kept my makeup. The sliver glint of the razor made me smile. I picked it up, it was cold to the touch. I brought the razor to my skin of my wrist, and pushed down, and moved the blade smoothly. I dropped the razor after the incision was made, I watched as the blood oozed out and into the sink, temporarily staining the white marble. I sighed with relief as the pain rushed through me in waves.

Whoever said, that "Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words words will not hurt me.", must of been crazy.