Alice pov
Once Evey stormed off, I couldn't contain my tears. I hated that she was mad at me. I hated myself for not being ready to tell her what he did to me. I hated everything.
Evey was probably off getting drunk, yet again. Then she'd hook up with some stranger like she always did. It upset me so much that I was to blame for her destroying herself.
I ran to my secret hiding place, tears streaming down my face. I reached under my pillow to find my best friends, my razor blades. Cold metal never had more meaning to me than it did now. I turned on my iPod and began to destroy my skin, screaming along with the music while sobbing. As I slashed at my flesh I left bloody stains on my sheets. But I didn't even care at this point.
"You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
Waking up alone when I was left to die
You don't know about this life I've lived,
All these roads I've walked
All these tears I've bled"
I hated myself. I hated myself so much. I just wanted to kill myself. But I couldn't do that I Evey. Finding the only person she had left dead in the back of a van would push her over the edge. I couldn't be responsible for anymore of her self destruction. She was beautiful and deserved so much better than me.
Instead of slitting a vein I settled for carving a word very deeply into my skin. It was the only thing my mom said when I told what happened to me. What he did to me. Whore. That's all she said to me. She called me a whore. Maybe that's what I was. A worthless whore.
After I was done I tucked my friends away, back under my pillow. I didn't bother to clean up. I just laid on my bed, letting the blood seep from my wrist wounds. I didn't care that there was a puddle of blood on my sheets. I just laid there and cried myself to sleep.
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In the morning, Evey came back. When I awoke I was shaking. My white sheets were covered in blood. Maybe I went too far. I was in so much pain. I assumed fetal position and stared at Evey. I could barely sit up I was so cold and in pain. I looked down at my wrists. I was still bleeding.
"Oh my god!" Evey yelled, "What the hell happened?"
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The cross roads of stories
Teen FictionFor the past year Evey and her best friend have been traveling to every state. But as they head out west, they are suddenly blown out proportion with stories that mean a lot more and connect more than yyoy think. Evey had a typical american plau gr...
