Cutting Is Not A Trend, It's An Addiction. It's Like Screaming But No One Can Hear. It Is An Every Day Battle.
Nova Williams P O V I wrap a towel around me and step out the shower, beginning to dry off. I luckily didn't get caught by Devin last night, after that episode I had I just washed the blood away and went straight to sleep.
I don't care if Dejha begins to lecture me about my wrist, I needed to do it- it was the only thing that was relieving my stress at the moment. I could barely cope with myself then and there, what else what I supposed to do when a million voices are yelling at me.
I'm sorry to say it, but she needs to get over the fact I'm not stopping. It's a habit, I wish I could stop...but I can't. I've tried, I really have. But as always, nothing ever works out for my sake.
"We leaving in twenty minutes! Hurry up!" Devin yells from outside the bathroom. I sigh before dropping my towel looking at my broken reflection through the mirror.
I'm so tired of living this life.
I quickly turn around so I was facing the walk and not that beast staring at me in the mirror. I then moisturizer and start putting my clothes on, my eyes were so puffy from crying myself to sleep. Even the blind could see that I had been crying not long ago.
I open my book bag and grab my makeup bag before starting on the skilled artwork. Once I finished I grabbed a beauty blender and a dab of concealer, dabbing it on both my wrist.
"Shit." I hiss feeling a slight burn. I clean my mess up and walk out the bathroom and into the room I were staying in. I quickly slide my shoes on and grab all my things.
"I'm ready." I speak walking into the living room which is where Devin was sitting, patiently waiting.
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He doesn't say anything but simply stands and opens the apartment door, I follow out then walk to his Red Jeep. Once he unlocks the door I climb in, setting my things between my legs.
"You hungry?" He ask getting in himself then starting the car.
"Not right now." I mumble playing with the hems of my jacket.
He just shrugs and turns the music up killing the quietness. I was so not ready for today, I didn't feel like being around people. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I didn't feel like going to Ol dudes house after school. And I most definitely didn't feel like going back to my home after school.
It's gonna be hell when I get back.
The rest of the ride was quiet except for the music playing in the background, about 20 minutes later he pulls into the parking lot of my school.
