Indies POV

"Holy fudge nuggets! How can I even forget my own birthday?" Kori rolls her eyes. " you know instead of fudge nuggets, you could say.." I stop her. "I don't like to swear in front of others. Plus, I don't want this to be about me, okay? Marco just got dumped. " Kori grabs my hand. "That is so sweet, you're always thinking about others. " I peck her cheek, keeping my father in the back of my mind until I can't take it and excuse myself to the bathroom. 

I slam the door and turn around, back to the wood. I reach into my pocket and grab my razor. Four times the razor breaks my skin, three for the three years since the incident, and one for still being alive. I look at the other scars up my arm and don't even notice the pair of eyes watching from the small window. I clean up and go to open the door, but am suddenly thrown back. I scream out, hearing footstep racing towards me. A rag is forced over my mouth, they slam my head against the tub, and I'm out. 

The last thing I hear is Marco screaming for me to unlock the door, Kori kicking it down, and crying, yelling, and raw emotion until... 





















                                                                               Crying. 

                                                                                Black. 

                                                                               Silence.

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