Shattered

Broken Pieces

* Authors note at the end * trigger warning sorry for grammar errors.

* Alex P.O.V *
As I stared into the vast pool of red that dripped down the blade and my arm, I started to cry uncontrollably. I know I shouldn't let it get to me. But the pain that everyone puts me through has pushed me to my limit. I don't know why my last resort was to cut the deep strip down my arm, but the pain everyone around me puts me through is too much for me to handle. Life is like a living hell for me. I never really had the feeling of someone holding me close; telling me that it's alright that I'll get through it. This pain I'm feeling, the pain of feeling like I'm a nobody. The never ending comments that fill my head like a broken record player. Its too much for me to bear.
As I cleaned the blood that stained my pale skin, a certain song fills my head for no apparent reason.

I walk a lonely road. The only road I've ever known. Don't know where it goes but it's only me, and I walk alone.

I don't know why but that song puts me at peace. Maybe it's because I can relate to it. I walk alone and nobody cares about me.
I went to bed, tears cascading down my pale now red puffy cheeks.

I woke up the next morning remembering what I had done to my delicate and fragile body the night before. I stepped into the steamy shower, running the tips of my fingers up my old and new scars. As I was doing so, something caught my mind. 'Why don't people love me? And if they do why don't they show it?' 'Why do people not notice me?' 'Am I that much of a burden?' As I exited the shower, cold air crashed into my bare body. I slipped on my Green Day: American Idiot shirt over my head. After that I pulled on my black ripped skinny jeans. I walked to my bed figuring I had nothing better to do. I picked up my phone which had two messages from the closest thing I had to a brother. Dalton.
Bubbie/D: Good morning princess:)
Bubbie/D: why aren't u answering? Did I hurt ur feels?:(
Ughh. I love Dalton like he as my own brother, but he's the exact definition of a puppy begging for food.
Sissy/A: What? I was in the shower. Geez you're not a lost puppy.
Bubbie/D: I never said I was. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Sissy/A: no I didn't ur just annoying as fuck.
Bubbie/D: that's not a very nice word. Please apologize sissy bug.
Sissy/A: No you walked right into that.
Bubbie/D: PLEEEASE with cherries and sprinkles on top?
Sissy/A: fine only because you won't shut up
Bubbie/D: Yay sissy apologizes!

Even though Dalton acts like a two year old, he's still apart of my life. Apart of it that I wouldn't trade for all of the gold on the earth. To me Dalton is like a bandaid for my crumpling heart. It's almost as if we actually are siblings after all. We stick with each other through thick and thin. Even if it means loosing ones we love and cherish most.

Hiya! It's Mack again. How did you guys like the fist chappie? Wow 640 words. It would be greatly appreciated if you people commented on things like this. But please no hate, I would rather not deal with that. Remember: you guys can comment if you want to add a character to this book, just tell me  what you want them to look like and act like. As always, stay frostie my little cupcakes ~ Mack.