Scars Out Of Love

Cuts(14)

My pillows acted as sponges as the droplets of water splashed from my eyes and landed on them. After I managed to choke back another wave I crying, I ran to my closet. I looked on the floor and there was a box full of random trinkets and stuff. I frantically sifted through it until I found something that would accomplish the job, a screwdriver. I hurried back to my bed and pulled my jeans below my knees, exposing fresh skin. I positioned the tip of the tool on my leg and dug it in with all the strength I could muster. I repeated this process over and over, making deeper and lighter gashes depending on the thoughts that crossed my mind. I thought of Tennessee and the bullies and now here and the bullies and then last night and finally Sky. Sky caused the worst cuts. Once my legs were affectively shredded, I leaned back on my bed and fell into a dreaming turmoil.

Memories of Sky swam around and gave me a feeling of contentness. When those were my focus, I laid still and wanted to smile, but other thoughts replaced them, thoughts about the bullies and him, the guy who had wrecked me. When those took control, I tossed and turned on my covers. I was unconscious until a hand shook me by the shoulder. My eyes blinked, clearing the fog from my vision. I opened my eyes and my mom was standing over me, "Hun, you're bleeding, what happened?"

"I fell off a skateboard," I mumbled. Luckily my mom was very gullible.

"Okay, just clean the wounds."

I nodded and she walked out of my room. I saw my phone laying next to me and I picked it up, looking at the screen I saw two more messages from the same number, "It's your fault!" and "I won't let you be with her."

I stared at my phone confused, who was that? I unlocked it and messaged them back, "Look, I don't know who you are, and I'm assuming you're talking about Sky, but I don't even know what happened, or where she is."

I waited and hovered my thumb over the send button, before gaining enough courage to push it. I stared at the screen, no response. I set the device down and limped out of my room. I hobbled towards the bathroom and pressed tissue against the cuts. I took a bottle of antiseptic and squirted it onto the top of my thighs. The slices on my legs burned as the liquid did it's job. I wrapped them in soft, cotton bandages and took a deep breath before mustering all my strength to walk back to my room. I collapsed on my bed and grabbed my phone. I gazed at the empty black screen for a second before it flashed to life and displayed a paragraph I the screen. I quickly opened the text, "I'm her sister. She's here with me in Nevada... dealing with legal issues regarding the passing of our brother. The entire time she hasn't stopped talking about you and from all the shit she's said, I can tell that you're ruining her. She told me all she wanted to do was protect you and that she'd give her life to save you. I can't let her do that, our family is fucked up enough, the last thing we need is an innocent girl to get caught in it and make it worse."

I re-read the words again and again, I didn't even know she had a sister, and how did she get my number, and why was Sky so obsessed with me? I closed my eyes to sort out the situation and ended up falling asleep.

When I woke up, I turned to see my clock, it was almost noon. I didn't get out of bed, instead I just felt around my blankets for my phone, I don't know why, I didn't want to see anymore messages either way. I unlocked the device and a new number had texted me, "Meet me at the school at midnight."

I checked the time, 10:59, I had an hour. I tightened the wrap on my legs and then put pants on that his them. I threw a hoodie on top of that and pathetically climbed out of my window. Each step sent a jolt of pain trough my body and I had to stop three times before the sidewalk. I kicked my feet forward and headed towards the school.

After stopping every few feet, I was a few minutes late arriving at the school. I took a seat on the front steps and looked around, expecting Sky. Footsteps tapped along the courtyard and came towards me. She came into view in the dim light and didn't say anything, she just took a seat on the step below mine and put her head into her hands. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned towards me, "My brother is dead."