Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 2

"So do you want to hang out." He says pointing to, I'm guessing, his house which is a few houses away.

"Well I uh, actually have to get back." I say turning on my heals.

"Wait! Can I have your number?" He smiles.

I put my number in his phone and walk home.

Holy lord Jesus.

Why would he even talk to a girl like me? I'm sure he has skinnier, prettier, less psycho girls all over him. I bet it's just a game.

I get to the house and see an note on the counter

"Megan, I had to go to work. Which I do a lot. Make yourself anything you want. Also tomorrow I'm leaving for a work trip that will last about 2 weeks. Sorry to leave so soon ~Sarah "

I sigh and walk up to my room and shut the door. I seriously can't be left alone for 2 weeks or I'll go crazy. I'm such a baby. I always have to have someone take care of me.

I decide to get into the shower. When I'm done I change into sweatpants and a cami.

I look at myself in the full body mirror.

"Eww." I say to myself. I look at my arms which are covered in scars and cuts. Some are fresh and some aren't.

I sigh and open the cabinet and take my pill bottle and down my pill. It's for my anxiety.

Crap. Tomorrow is my first day of school. I get into my bed and pull my cover up to my shoulder and drift to sleep.

"Megan this is all your fault." I hear my moms voice say. "If it wasn't for you your dad and I would still be together. He wouldn't have killed me."

I try to speak but nothing comes out.

"I wish it was you Megan. I wish I killed you." My dad's voice echoes.

I wake up screaming. I check the time and it says 6:15.

I start to cry as I run to my bathroom and grab my blade.

"Worthless."

"Ugly."

"Fat." I say to myself each time the blade digs into my skin.

I do about 10. Then wash it of and get ready.

I put on a coral colored skater skirt and a black and white tribal print crop top, with my white converse. Might as well be something I'm not.

I leave my hair wave and slip on a bunch of bracelets to cover up my cuts.

I brush my teeth and go downstairs and grab a banana to eat.

After about 5 minutes I hear a knock on my door.

"Hello?" I say opening it. I see a pair of brown eyes I met yesterday.

"Hey Megan. Sorry to seem like a creep but I was wondering if you need a ride to school?" Cameron says.

I accept his offer just because I really hate buses. But who doesn't?

I get into Cameron's car and we drive to school.

(Sorry this is really boring I promise it will get better!)