Chapter 11
(WARNING SUICIDE ATTEMPT: GRAPHIC SO YOU CAN JUST SKIP THIS PART IF YOU WANT)
Hunter walked away she didn't run she just walked. She didn't see a reason to run or cry because she didn't care anymore. Why should she when no one cared about her? Not her mom, Asher, she didn't have any friends to care about her. One of the teachers tried to stop her from leaving the school, but Hunter she flipped her off.
Hunter felt numb when she left the school. No one cares about me. She thought. Especially since they never even bothered to hear my side of the story.
She paused when she got to the front door of her house. Part of her wanted Asher to care about her and run after her and tell her to stop, but she knew that wasn't going to happin. The other part of her wanted to tell Asher to go fuck himself. He was probably going to stay with Amber. Hunter could understand though she was hot and not broken.
Hunter stared at the door longer waiting for something, but she didn't know what. When she did open the door she noticed that the house was empty. She continued upstairs to her bathroom. As if in a trance she opened her cabinet and pulled out her razor. Hunter slid down the wall and rolled up her sleeves. She stared down at the scars some were new and others were fading away. She glanced at the razor then slowly moved it to her arm. Then she cut open her old scars cutting deeper than she had ever gone before. She paused for a moment to watch the blood go down her arm and onto the floor. She started again thinking about her mom, Asher, and that horrible night where she lost everything. Her smile was almost demonic as she thought about leaving this world forever.
Soon Hunters arms were covered in blood and she started to see black spots dance in her vision. The last thing she heard was a voice call out then everything went black.
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