Black hair falls to the side

Chapter four

Chapter four.

Spencers POV

I had finished packing and was now sitting out on the fire exit.

it was quite chilly but I can't be fucked going inside.

my hair blows slightly in the wind.

I rub my stinging eyes.

tomorrow I will be going away for nine months, with complete strangers and weirdos.

ugh, fuck my life!

I look over the city as the sun shines and the wind blows.

where was Pixie going?

she looked a little jumpy when I run into her earlier, and what was with the scissors?

weird, no she's weird.

I mean I like her, sure and want to get in her pants but she makes me so mad all the time.

like at school she would ignore me and then she would say hi at home, like what the fuck?

anyway she's a bitch.

she has no friends, she fucked up in the head and she does all this bad stuff.

my black hair falls in front of my eyes.

I look down at myself.

my raggy black jumper, black trackies.

I push my left sleeve up and look at all the lines.

the freshest ones are red and bright, starting to scab over.

my whole lower arm is covered in little marks.

I'm so disappointed in myself.

I'm so fucked up.

I stroke my finger over the red, pulling blood to the surface.

it rolls down my arm and drips of my finger tips.

"Spencer!" my dad calls from the door.

"What?" I growl.

"Have you finished packing?" I sigh.

"Yes, now leave me alone! fuck I have like three hours of daylight before I fucking have to go to some shit hole with other weirdos!"

"Spencer! don't you dare use that kind of language with me!" I pull my shirt down and turn to him.

"What are you fucking going to do about it?" I yell. he looks stunned.

"You're already sending me to hell, so what else have you got to do to me!?"

"I can diss own you, then what have you got? I could fucking kill you, I could make you marrie someone you hate, I could even adopt someone better than you! someone who fucking doesn't chop them selves up! or brake the law or swears, or skips class, someone I could love and be proud of!" he yells, it hits me in the chest and I just look at him.

his eyes wander down my arm and to my fingers that are peeking out of my jumper.

blood is now dripping quickly down onto the black carpet.

"Why? Fuck you!" I yell, tears threaten to fall but I won't have it.

"Spenecer, I.." I glare at him, as air toucxhes the now bleeding wonds on my arm.

"You know what dad? when I get home I'm leaving you!" I yell, before pushing hard on his chest and slamming the door in his face, locking it and walking to the window.

its dark now so it must be like six o'clock.

I climb out once more and walk along to the ladder I climb down and stand in the little ally way.

I turn left and stop.

I run to her and bend down, she reeks like alcohol and weed.

I tap her shoulder and get no response, I shake her harder and feel her wrist.

they are all bloody and swollen.

I feel for her pulse and find it.

weak and soft but still there.

I take my jumper off, then my black shirt.

I rip the T-shirt in two and wrap the peices around her cuts.

then I pull her into my arms and carry her like a baby, back up the ladder and along to my window.

I gently put her down on my bed and pull the window closed and then the curtain across it, blocking the outside world.

I look at her body.

she has bloody arms and hands, she reeks and she looks like she just crawled out of some bushes.

I sit down next to her sleeping body.

I pat her arm.

"Pixie, Pixie wake up."

oh shocker, sorry if it was really predictable.

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