The drummer and the outcast

Mother

I opened the front door, walking in and shutting it as quietly as possible. My mother still heard though, "Where the hell have you been!? You were supposed to be home an hour ago! You little whore!" She slapped me across the face and her ring scratched me across my face. That's going to leave a mark.. I felt blood run down my cheek, "Now get out of my face! You disgust me!" Then she walked out of the house.

I walked in my room, found a cloth, and pressed it to my cheek. My phone went off, playing hell above. "Hello..?" It came out barely a whisper.

"Hey Cheyenne. It's Mike. Are you okay? I was just calling to ask if you would like us to drive you to school tomorrow?" He sounded sort of reluctant.

"Um... I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow so.."

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I just um... I don't feel good. That's all."

"Okay.. if you say so.. Just call me or the others if you need anything okay?"

I agreed and we hung up. I took off my sweater and threw it into the corner of the room. "They probably don't even really care about you. They just feel sorry for you." I kept saying to myself before taking my blade and cutting deeply. I could feel myself going unconscious so I texted Tony, "Too deep." Then I passed out.

Sorry it's short.