Lost Cause

Chapter Eight

Rachelle's POV

I walked around the corner looking for Jason, and found him. I jumped back immediately before he saw me. He was with Amber. Alone. IN A DARK ALLEY! I peeked around the corner and leaned in so that I could hear them better.

"Forget her, you know you want me instead." I heard Amber say, I imagined the sly devilish grin that I knew would be plastered on her face.

"I'm happy with Rachelle, I would never go behind her back like that."

"Well, you might care about her, but she is nothing, and she could never give what I have to offer."

"Don't talk about Rachelle like that! You don't even know her!"

"I know she's a virgin and wants to stay that way until she's married! I mean, c'mon, who does that? Ugh, what a drag."

"I don't care about that."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not."

"Are you sure?" She said. And I was thinking, of course he's sure! But he was hesitating...

"Uhhh."

"That's what I thought."

So Jason does care about my decision on sex? Why didn't he tell me? I mean he coul-

Narrative POV

Rachelle's thoughts were cut off as she saw Amber kiss Jason! And he didn't pull away! She turned and ran away tears streaming down her face, she didn't care who saw. She ran into the restroom and locked herself in a stall.

Meanwhile, Jason's head snapped back as he realised what he was doing. He heard someone running but he couldn't see them. He looked at Amber and just stared at her. She stared back with a sly grin on her face. Jason turned and walked away, leaving Amber by herself.

Rachelle POV

I sat in the bathroom stall crying my eyes out, wishing I was anywhere but here. I was trying to work things out. What did I do wrong? How could he do that? I thought he loved me.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and took it out of its case. Once it was out, I pried off the back, exposing the battery and SIM card. I put the phone down next to the sink, made sure the door was locked and carefully removed the battery. Underneath it was my blade. For a few minutes I just stared at it, watching it glisten. I listened to the hum of the lights above me and let a silent rage build up within me. I knew what I had to do, but I also knew that I had to calm down before I did it. If I cut while I was angry, I'd go to far, cut to deep. So I let my rage to dispare, and when I was calm enough, I pressed the cold blade to my skin and slid it down my wrist. I did it again, and again, and again, and again until my entire left arm was covered. I knew it was bad. I wasn't cutting too deep but I was cutting a lot.

Normally, I ony needed a few to distract me, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jason. Cutting is my drug, it helps me forget and move on. But I had a connection with Jason I'd never had with anyone else. The way he kissed my cuts the day he first found out, didn't that mean something? I guess not I thought and started in on the other arm. 15 minutes later, both my arms and my thighs were covered in cuts. I finally got them to stop bleeding so I pulled down my thin jacket sleeves, dried my eyes, and walked back into the real world, only to come face to face with the last person on Earth I wanted to see...