Bad Girl In Disguise (SAMPLE) I ✔

A W A Y

I stand at the edge of my roof, looking down. And with a 5 story mansion, this is quite a view.

Only the best for mother and father dearest. Especially if father can afford it.

I sighed and took my hair out of the bun I put it up in. The tank top I'm wearing doesn't hide any of my tattoos.

But I want them to see. I want my parents to see how much they don't care enough to get to know their own daughter.

I bought another knife in secret. A silver pocketknife with a brown handle. It's still new. Untainted.

I touch the knife to my scarred wrist, the one that's still healing. It would be so easy to slice through. To let the blade pierce my skin and let me die.

If you kill yourself, it means you let your enemies get to you.

I scowled at the memory of James saying that. The little traitor. Stupid hypocritical bastard...

Be mine.

Lucas is just as much of a traitor as James is. But no matter how much he hurts me, I can't see him as an enemy. Not when he was the light of my life just a few days ago.

Remember this the next time you wanna steal my boyfriend bitch.

My grip on the knife tightens and I throw it swiftly at a plank of wood resting on the little wooden shed here. It sticks out as straight as an arrow as the tip buries itself in the wood. Lily can have James for all I care. I don't want the son of a bitch.

I can jump, right now. I can end my misery with just one step off the edge. 

But a motorcycle comes rumbling through my driveway. Lucas hops off and his eyes stare straight into mine.

"Are you stalking me?" I shout. Lucas ignores my question and walks nearer to my house.

"Are you jumping?" he asks. I grit my teeth and look away. My hand grabs the knife back from the wooden plank and I let it dance among my fingers.

"As long as you don't catch me when I fall," I answer. His eyes widened and Lucas's hand shot up to run itself through his hair. He looks up at me, a panicked look on his face.

"Don't do this," Lucas says. I don't even feel desperate or hysterical about death. Not anymore. I feel numb, like someone had hollowed me out and left an empty shell in its place.

"Why do you care, you cheating bastard?" I say, pretending to still be angry. Just so I still seem normal. Because normal people still have emotions. Although I have to admit, normal people aren't suicidal.

"Let me explain, please," Lucas pleads. I let my eyes harden, leeching them of emotions. It's not even a mask anymore. It's a part of me.

"I don't want to hear another word from your mouth," I say coldly.

"Step away," Lucas says, ignoring my statement. I smirk and dangle a foot in the air.

I could see his body tense, his eyes widening and his features freezing.

"One word," I warn him.

"You know," I continue. "Hangman is a pretty good game. It teaches you that the wrong words you say can kill someone. Just. Like. That."

I scoot a bit closer to the edge. Lucas's lips are clamped tight, not uttering a single word.

"I used to believe your promises," I say once more. "But you broke my trust. And sorry is like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound."

By this time, Lucas doesn't care about my threat. He opens his mouth as my other foot moves closer, inch by inch.

"Please don't do this," Lucas pleads.