Baby Lynch

Make-Up's and Shockers!

P.S - THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING AND I PERSONALLY THINK SELF HARM IS A VERY DANGEROUS THING. NOT JUDGING ANYONE BY THIS BY THE WAY XX

ROXY'S P.O.V

After I stormed into mine and Rydel's room, I slammed the door shut and jumped onto my bed, screaming into my pillow. Then it hit me, I had just lost my best friend. I let a tear roll down my cheek as the door creaked open. "Hey buddy" I heard, knowing it was Riker. He sat on the side of my bed and I climbed onto his lap, cuddling into his chest. "Bree hates me now!" I said and he chuckled, "Now if I had a dollar for everytime you have said that I would be a millionare!" He exclaimed as I played with the hair at the back of his head. You see, ever since I was a little kid I had this bond with Riker that none of my other siblings and I had. Don't get me wrong, I love all of my siblings but Riker and I had a special bond. Anyway, ever since I was about 5 whenever i'm upset, angry, scared or tired I sit on Rikers lap and play with the hair on the back of his head until I calm down or fall asleep. "Yeah, but this time I was the one who sadi I didn't want to be friends!" I cried onto his chest as he rubbed my back. "Yeah so you should go and appolgise!" he said and I nodded as I got off of his lap adn gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back in an hour" I said, running downstairs, out the front door and towards Bree's house.

Once I arrived, Ratliff answered the door, knowing why I was here and pointed upsatirs. I thanked him and ran upstairs, stopping outside Bree's door. I knocked and then waited and then knocked then waited. I did this a few times before I got worried and opened the door slightly to see that the room was empty. I walked in and closed the door gently behind me. I noticed the bathroom door was closed so I walked over and knocked on it gently. There was no answer so I got worried and opened the door to see Bree holding her wrist over the sink. "No, Bree!" I said in a hushed, shouting tone and she jumped. "Roxy, it's not what it looks like!" she said and I walked closer to her. "Bree, why?" I asked and she looked at me as I helped her clean her freshly cut wrist. "Life is too much!" she said and I looked closely at her wrist to see them literally covered in scars. "Bree, this isn't your first time cutting! Why adn I want to know from the beginning" I said and she looked at me as we walked back through into her room, sitting down on the bed.

"Well, before I came here I lived with my mum and dad. I can't remember when they gave me up but I do remember why. They used toneglect me adn when they did pay attention to me, they would abuse me physically, mentally and emotionally. That's why  have trust issues with people I have just met. Anyway, once I was put up for adoption, I remember being so scared and I saw someone doing it on TV and they said it made things better so I tried to do it and it didn't but then years later when there was this boy, Ricky who lived at the orphanage he used to be really mean to me and kick me and hit me and call me really nasty names so I tried it again and it worked so I kept doing it. Afew years later when I was 11, I was adopted by the Ratliff's and brought to live here in LA. Since things were getting better, I stopped for a few months. I obviously met the Lynch's through Ratliff and we both grew alot closer until we became best friends. Everything was going fine until the day at school when Mickenna came up to me and started being mean so I started back up again and have been doing ever since. You know, this is all an act so i'm not forgotten again and no one thinks i'm weak!" she told me as we both sobbed onto each others shoulders. "I'm so sorry and why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked and she shook her head, "I thought you would judge me. You're the only person who knows, not mum, not Ellington, no-one. Just you" she said and I nodded, "Don't tell anyone?" she asked and I nodded again. We spoke things over for abit and then it was time for me to go so I said 'goodbye' to her and I started walking home, thinking about everyhting my best friend had just told me.