Broken Wing

craving

five months earlier.

chloes pov

I walked out of the apartment building with my purse in hand as I say a silent goodbye to Los Angeles. I don't want to move but it's for the best .We've had C.P.S at the apartment 18 times this past school year and over 100 parent faculty meetings. My dad doesn't hurt me. All the harm on my body was from myself. I know damn well that the bruises are from my boyfriend. The cuts are from me. The starving is me. The panic attacks are from me. So why not have the bruised be from me as well? I climb into the truck. My legs are burning like hell from the movement and the fact that my jeans are tight. You would think that eight years of cutting would make you be used to the healing cuts. It's funny how people who never cut think people who do are completely numb to physical pain.

" A day and a half. We'll be there in a day and a half " my dad said as he pulled out into the hectic L.A traffic.

" Kk " I whisper under my breath. My dad and I barely talk. We didn't talk that much before my mom left. I became a complete mute after it became the two of us. I mutter short one word replies under my breath every so often but no one has hered my voice in about a year.

I put on my head phones and blast my music full volume as I watch the world blur past. The hot August weather is causing my cheek to grow hot agenst the window. Despite the cool air conditioning in the cab of the truck my body is getting heated by the sun.

  I must have fallen asleep because my phone is dead and we are now driving through the small town that we moved to. I watch carefully as my dad turns off the main road and through a neighborhood to our house. It's big and really pretty. I hate it. I'll have my own room and the nights will be quite. It will be a complete nightmare. I get out of the truck and go to my room. We had all our stuff moved in and unpacked over the summer. I shut the door and take off my pants rubbing my hands on my legs. I climb into the huge king size bed and plug in my phone. I shut my eyes and try to sleep, I have my first day of school tomorrow and I am absolutely nervous.

Dakotas pov

  I put on my head phones as I walk into class. I sit in my usual seat in the back corner. I observe silently as people start to fill the class. The teacher walks in indicating that class has started. 15 minutes in and the principal walks in followed by a girl. The teacher said hi and she just stands there. The only open seat is next to me. I noticed the most amazing thing. She has cuts. I don't see them because her jeans are covering but I know that her body is covered by self harm marks and if I'm lucky abuse marks too. I have to get to know her.

" Hi I'm dakota goyo " I whisper to her. She just looked at me with a scared deer in headlights expression. " Do you understand English? " I ask slightly worried that she will continue to not respond. She slowly nods her head ' yes ' " do you talk? " Her head shakes indicating a no. I take out a notebook and write ' what's your name' I hand her the book and hope that she will be my friend. ' We can't be friends' I get a felling of sickness as I read her response.

  The bell rings and I continue on with my day. I don't see the girl for the rest of the day and I'm not going to lie, I was disappointed. I walk through the door and to my satisfaction I'm alone. I raid my parents medicine cabinet and take a few of each pill placing it in the advil bottle. Then I go to my oldest brothers room, I place about 5 of his antidepressants in my mouth and dump the rest of the pills in with the others. Thank god my brothers girlfriend is a pill popper and was able to talk him into getting her pills. I lay down and through the drug ridden haze I think of the girl. Her long blonde hair. Her big blue eyes. I have to make her mine. I know that it would be the worst thing that I could do. If we became friends it would end very very bad. I can't help it, I'm craving her.

( Ok so sorry for the short chapters. I hope to update as often as possible. Sorry for any mistakes I'm writing this on my phone. Please vote and comment. )