~The blood on my hands~

Day 1

"Now listen to me, Clarie, your family loves you." Doctor Luis Kept talking like it mattered to her. She rolled her brown eyes. She muted him two hours ago. She didn't care right now. She just wanted to go back home. "Clarie, are you even listening?" Doctor Luis snapped her out of her world. Claire rubbed her eyes and looked into his eyes. "Do you think I'm listening to you, Luis?" She was upset of course she didn't wanna listen to some stupid doctor, her Father made her go to the therapist because she killed the second dog in less than a month, it wasn't her fault she was annoyed that It wouldn't get off her, So she took a rope and tied it. Did the job right. She rolled her eyes again. "Now tell me, Clarie, why do you harm yourself?" The doctor looked at his computer and glared at his patient. He shook his head every time she rolled her eyes. "So?" Claire looked straight at her scars. a hundred on each side, And she still had no remorse. She didn't see the reason to, she wanted to cut. She loved seeing blood, being in pain. She even thought it's one of her kinks but she wasn't attracted to anyone. She looked up at Luis. "Because" She looked back down and bit her tongue, her voice sounded horrible. She had a bad night, so she tried to hang herself. The rope broke and she fell off of the chair she was using.  She thought she didn't need her voice for today, but of course, she was wrong. No one warned her she was going to go today. 

She sighed. She was getting sad again. She turned her arm over to cover the cuts, She lifted her head up and shifted her body to the side to look out the window. Her thoughts were getting darker by the moment. She was thinking about throwing herself out the window. or trick Luis to fall through the glass and land where he couldn't survive. She smiled. "Oh, your smiling." Doctor Luis turned to face Clarie, but Clarie didn't look at him. She kept thinking of the way she could kill Luis and have no regrets. And even get away with it. I sudden ringer went off. "Oh, that's all the time we have today, Clarie." The doctor was upset he hardly got anything out of her. He looked down at his paper. She could end up being a murder or dead. He sighed. He looked up and saw Clarie rush out of the door as fast as she could with her injured legs. He rubbed the crease of his nose. He was so fed up with her. She was either going to be sent to the mental hospital or Prison. He sighed he'll get to her one day. That day isn't today he guessed.

Claire walked down the hallway to get back to the main room in the 'Therapist house', she looked down at her feet as she walked. They had no right to bring her here. She didn't wanna be here anymore. She looked up from her feet and looked at the window. She stopped in her tracks and turned her body towards the window. She looked at it for a long time.                                             

She ran towards it.

She jumped through. 

"CLAIRE WHAT THE HELL?"

A hospital. Cold white walls. Cold skin. Cold everything. She was alone at last. She smil-

She shook her head and walked to the main room. She had thoughts like that over and over again. Thinking one day she will take her life tomorrow or 5 years from now. She took a breath. "Clarie!" Her father yelled. Her father was a short and fat man. She was somehow taller than him. But she was. Her father had a rough voice for a 20-year-old. She couldn't believe that she was still here and haven't thrown herself out the window yet. She took a breath. "Clarie?" She opened her eyes and saw her dad so close to her face. "Goddamnit, stop". She mumbled.

They walked out the doors of the shitty ass helping center. Claire rolled her eyes. They didn't do shit today nor will tomorrow or next month, She walked to the car ahead of her Father, She just wanted to go home. Home sounded so sweet, being in her room. Alone. All by herself. She smiled, but it quickly disappeared as her father got into the car next to her.  "You're going to spend some time with your friends or whatever okay?" He quickly said. Claire looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, Clarie, hunny." Her father took a breath and sighed. "Hey that girl from your math class is nice, ask her." Claire looked at her dad with the hatred any daughter would have when they want you away from the house for a while. She sighed. She looked at her phone staring at the black screen, her dad started the car. She held down the power button on her phone. She turned it off so no one would "try" to text her. But honestly, no one does, she just felt cocky. She sighed. Goddamnit. Her eyes started to tear up again, Her ex-boyfriend texted her. She sighed and tapped on the phone.