[a/n hey guys read my new book for information on half a heart... It explains why I've been gone to just read it]
I woke up with Jessica gone.
"Jess?" I called down the hall.
I trudged out of bed and down the stairs.
"Jess? Come on I need to talk to you."
"She went out for a bike ride." Mom said.
"Why?"
"She was bored and didn't want you dampening her mood."
"I don't know why, she's the same as me mom we can't be healed." I said my voice stern.
"I'm taking you to your therapist again." My mom said sipping her coffee.
"What ever, nothing will change, it never does. I'll always be depressed and suicidal. But don't worry, it's almost over."
"Honey! Stop that now! Go upstairs and think about everything! Your poor grandmother was scared out of her wits when you ran away! You nearly killed Jessica when I found out Zach found you at the bottom of the creek! COVERED IN BLOOD!"
"STOP YELLING AT ME MOM! MY DEMONS CANT BE CONTROLLED EITHER YOU MAKE ME DIE OR YOU LIVE WITH IT!"
"TO YOUR ROOM NOW."
"NO IM DONE WITH ALL OF THIS." I stormed out of that house and too the park.
I hated my life. I couldn't be happy.
No one loved me anymore.
Zach probably hates me.
Jessica now hates me.
Even my mom thinks I'm a jerk.
I walked to the park. Alone. No Zach to meet.
I went to my place of security.
I covered my ears and shook.
I didn't care who saw me.
Yes I did.
Cause Cecelia was laughing with her friends walking toward me.
"Oh she's alive?"
"Didn't she try suicide?"
"Is that a drug?"
"Apparently she thought it would get her attention."
"Well her freaky hot of a boyfriend left her."
The snickered. I tried to leave but she caught of my hood.
"Where you think your going ghost girl? You think you can just leave me? Haha... Think again freak."
She tugged at my good making me choke.
"Are you gonna go bulimic? Maybe you'll die. Isn't that what you wanted?" She laughed tugging at me.
I was in tears. The zipper caught ahold of my neck nicking it.
I winced making the cut worse.
Memories flashed past my eyes.
My dad hitting me. Hitting my mom.
Making her lose my only brother.
Cutting me. Cutting my hair and purposefully nipping my ear.
Slapping me across my face for no reason.
Abusing me with those words.
I crouched down as they continued to scar me with words.
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Half a heart
Teen FictionBailey can't help herself from cutting her wrists. After all she's only been bullied and has nothing better to do with her life. She's alone. So when a boy comes to her school and is treated like her, she finds a new friend and possibly something mo...
