Old Ways

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LISA:

I woke up the next morning feeling much better but still a little sick, I suddenly hear Amy call me downstairs, I looked at the clock and it was already 12:30, how had I slept for so long?

I made my way downstairs and said "what" still half asleep , when I was met with the face of Noah. I looked a mess and rushed back into my room coming out 10 minutes later, looking much better. I went over to Noah and his smile made mine, he said " hey beautiful, how are you feeling today, i was worried i lost you".

I replied with " yes I'm much better thank you"

He then said " what was in that pizza we had"

I suddenly remembered, and led Noah to a room to speak In private, I told him " the guy who delivered that pizza, was my ummm, Uncle Jonathan , I think he was trying to hurt me, but you cannot tell anyone especially my family and before you ask why, if they know about him mine , yours , my family's life will be in deep danger, he is a dangerous man and if you annoy him he will hurt you "

Noah looked back at me and shouted "What, that monster" I told him to shut up because my family would hear, he quickly said "sorry, but lisa you need to tell someone, what if he tries to hurt you again?" I then shouted "I'm not telling anyone okay, just leave please, ill talk to you later when I'm in a better mood" and with that he said goodnight and left.

I felt guilty for what I had just did, why did I shout when he was only trying to help me? , I began to cry and ran to the bathroom before anyone saw me, I looked into the mirror and heard a voice saying "he's an idiot for being with you, he deserves someone better than you , why don't you just stop trying because you will never be beautiful", I opened the drawer and saw a razor, I grabbed it and before I thought about what I was doing I had slashed my skin repeatedly until my arm looked like something from a horror movie.

The floor was covered in blood, my shirt was covered in blood. Then I heard someone knock on the door ,I panicked, how was I going to get out of here without anyone seeing what I had done.

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