Maybe We Can Love Again; UNDER EDITING

Chapter 6

~Shelby's POV~

I woke up, the next morning, snuggled into Justin's bare chest. We must have fallen asleep on the couch last night. Oh well.

I went to sit up but I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I held my breath to stop a loud scream. I slowly continued to try and get up without yelling out in pain. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! This fucking hurts!! Justin, you better thank me later. I gave the sleeping Justin a death glare..even though he can't see it, it still helps.. I think?

I finally got up, but now I could feel the blood rushing to my brain. I stood there a couple of seconds so I wouldn't have a huge head rush. I know my doctor told me to take it easy but I can't help it. I have to do something. I can't sit and sit...and sit forever.

I walked to my room slowly, holding onto anything that can hold me up. Once I reached my room I sat down on my bed catching my breath. I hate being so weak. But it's like when you twist your ankle, sure you don't want to walk on it, but you just gotta walk the pain off.

Once I caught my breath I got up and walked into the bathroom, that's in my room, the best I could with no help. And if I do say so myself, I did pretty good! Haha, anyway, I rested my hands against the sink. I looked on the counter and froze. They were just sitting there. I hadn't touched them since the day Justin had started going to school.

I wasn't controlling my body anymore when my hand reached over and grabbed them, in their case. It wasn't me, who opened them up and admired their sharp gray color. It was her. She is the one who talks when my depression turns on. It's like a light switch, just one click and Bam! She is in charge. And when my hands opened the case that held my 6 blades.. click. She's back..

“Well, well, well. Look who's back again.” She said in the most slickest voice.

I looked around and saw no one. I'm terrified of her. I'm scared one day, she will show up. I don't want to know what she truly looks like. I want to run away, but she has a hold of my body.

“Your not going anyway, until I'm satisfied.” She commanded. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my arms, causing the hairs to rise. I looked down at my hands and they were shaking, my knees were quivering. She seriously scares the living shit out of me.

“Look at you, your so gross. I can't even look at you right now, ugh. I have a feeling you won't last very long today.” She seethed. How can she see me? Is she hiding somewhere? Is she a ghost? Is she invisible?

“DO WHAT I TELL YOU!” She screamed, making me jump and dropping my blades. “Look at what you did! Your a piece of useless shit! I hope you realize that today. You need to know what you really are, instead of thinking that you are little miss perfect.”

“I-I know...I'm not p-perfect.” I stuttered, looking in the mirror, scared she will yell at me again.

“Good! Now pick up your mess! I hope you cut yourself. Though your gonna end up with cuts anyway. You better hope your precious little boyfriend doesn't come in. I can make you do anything, because your so scared of me. I have complete... control ...of... you.” She whispered, as I felt cold air rush through me. I felt as though I would collapse onto the floor. I hate this. I have been through this more than once. Some days are easier and some are just plain hell. Today? Easy. I'm lucky. With Justin here, who knows what she would make me do if it were a hell day.