Misunderstood

Chapter 01

**DISCLAIMER**

THERE MAY BE SENSITIVE AND GRUESOME PARTS OF THIS NOVEL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

First, I just want to address the TC issue. Team Crafted will not be a thing in this story since it caused so much controversy. I don't want alot of random controversy that I do not know the reason to. Alright? This is a story about the members and used to be members of TeamCrafted, but the group will not be addressed in any way, shape, or form.

Not everyone will be best buds, in this story if you catch my drift, but they will be friends, alright! Get it? Got it?Good!!

I am not really good at these intro things,  so don't expect one in the next chapter. Let's get to it!

Chapter 01- Baylee's POV

I looked at the razor for the third time this week. I get more and more every day. Hate. Death Threats. More Hate. More Death Threats. You could say I should be used to it by now. It's just a phase. I'll get over it.

Well I get told that every day.

I swiftly grabbed the razor and ran into my bathroom. I shut the door and locked it. I knew already that everyone had heard me run. I heard footsteps running up the stairs and yells through out the house. I felt tears prick at my eyes as I pressed the razor down. I didn't really feel the pain anymore, it was just numb like pins and needles. I heard banging on the door I knew everyone was gathered around. I know because it happens every time.

Blood dripped on the tile floor as I cut again and again and again. I kept going because pain was the only thing that would take away the sadness. Pain made me feel like I was on top of the world. Because I didn't have to feel the sadness I feel every second of every day. I looked down at my arm wiping the wet, salty tears from my eyes.

I counted at least 15 cuts lining my arm. I couldn't tell if there was more because they were overlapping each other. They looked so perfect. Yet imperfect. Like everything I guess. Every little detail to every little thing is not going to be perfect.

I can't go out there. Not like this. I guess I can sleep in the bathtub. I thought as I slipped past the colorful shower curtain. I sat down awkwardly and looked around. Perfect. 

I just don't like attention. You know? Because if I go out there, it's all I'll get. Can't I just be loved and comforted and at least try to be happy and not be worried about all the time?

I slowly drifted off to sleep. I don't think I dreamt about anything, but normally you don't remember dreams.

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I woke up shivering, ice cold. This was not a good idea. I could tell it was the next day because I heard birds chirping. Why can't I be a bird? I just want to fly away. Away from everything. Just so I don't have to worry about what they think of me, or if they will hate me.

I slowly stood up trying not to make any noises. I didnt want to wake them up, if they weren't up already. I creeped out of the shower/tub thing over to the door, and slid the lock slowly as I pushed it open. I saw Mitch lying down right next to the door, asleep. Great. I tiptoed down the hall to our bedroom and opened the door.

I lied down on the bed, with no covers, just looking at the ceiling. What am I gonna do?

"Hey," a voice said quietly from the door way. It was Zane.

"I tried to be quiet," I said sighing. "I tried."

"Why?" he asked not regarding what I had just said. I already knew what he meant.

"You should know why." I said quietly back. He slid his back down the door frame sitting down. It was quiet for a while. Silent actually. The only thing I heard next was Mitch waking up and going into the bathroom.

"Shit." I mumbled getting up from my comfortable position. I walked down the hallway, passing Zane, leading to the bathroom. Zane looked at me with a sad glance, knowing I would probably get the attention I oh-so dreaded getting.

I was almost to the door when Mitch came out before I got there. We met gazes, and Mitch just sighed.

"Why do you do this to yourself Baylee?"

I stayed silent.

"Baylee, why?" he asked again louder.

"Mitch, you don't understand what I have to go through every second, of every day." I said, tears threatening to pour out.

"God damn it that doesn't matter if I know what your going through or not. YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF." Mitch said tears in his eyes.

I collapsed on the floor bursting into tears finally. Mitch quickly came over to my side.

"You can't do that to yourself." He whispered.

"Why not?" I said my voice shaking.

"Because it hurts me just as much as it hurts you."

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The next day Mitch, Jerome, Zane and I all walked down to the lake.

"So what are we doing again?" I asked confused.

"We are..." Jerome said, "TUBING!!!"

"No way." I said surprised. "WHEN DID WE GET A BOAT?"

"Yesterday." He said. "Was it a surprise?"

"Hell yea it was!" I said fist pumping the air. "WOO!"

Mitch picked me up bridal style and jogged down to the dock, me in his arms. I started laughing and smiling.

Once we made it he put me down on the ground.

"There's that smile." He said. "That beautiful smile."

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O K THERE YA GO!

CHAPTER 1 OF MISUNDERSTOOD.

WHO'S EXCITED?!?!?!

I actually love this story so far. Just saying.

Make sure to check out my other stories:

My Minecraft World

The Last Of Us (Literally)

My Dream Journal

Me or Her?

Well I will see you later then!

BAI

BEHIII

LOVE YOU ALL

Xx Lily xX