Cut Up

Chapter Two

Tears slipped down my face as a wrapped up my bleeding wrists. They stung like hell but yet that's not why I was crying. I was crying tears of joy. I had finally found some way to escape the hell I have to call my head. Physical pain was so much easier to bear then the mental pain I go through every day. In a way, it was almost perfect. Too good to be true. I needed someway to get rid of my fog-like thoughts that lingered too long in my head, and I found a way to do just that. Cut up my wrists. I mean, don't get me wrong, at first it hurts like fire is eating your arm apart. But then, it just becomes easier and less painful until your numb, slashing the razor across your wrist.

I finished wrapping up my arm and stood up from the toliet seat with a sigh. It finally hit me what I just seriously did. I blinked a couple times and put my razor underneath the water, rinsing it of any blood. My cuts were starting to burn and anyway I moved, my cuts would send shooting pain up my arm. I placed my razor in its origanal space, my wrist bending akwardly and sending pain up my arm, making me wince. I cursed under my breath as i left the bathroom, feeling lighter then I have ever felt, and headed towards my bedroom. I hummed along to my favorite song that was playing in my head as i shut my door. I grabbed my favorite long sleeved shirt that was white with black cuffs and a black outline around the v-neck. I slipped off my current shirt and pulled on the white shirt. Hopefully, Mitch doesn't notice the sudden shirt change tommorow, since he knows most of the time I despise long sleeves. I placed my other shirt neatly in the hamper and grabbed my laptop. I went onto Facebook and checked my mom's profile. Even though my family hates me, I still somewhat care about them. I looked at her recently posted picture and my breath caught in my throat.

It was a picture of my old room. In the comments she said "Remember this bitch? Yep finally kicked him out of this house. Thank God! Now time to fix it up..." Tears sprung to my eyes and I silently cried as I looked through the rest if the comments. Most of them were encouragement and congratulations but one that really got me was my very good friend's, Mark, comment.

"Good the little slut is gone! He was acting like such a bitch! I hope he goes and dies in a hole." I slammed my laptop shut with supernatural force. The corner cracked slightly and I let out a string of curse words. I threw my laptop aside and buried my head in my pillow. Sobs filled the silent apartment as I loudly cried. Why me? What did I ever do? I pulled my self into a sitting position and calmed my breathing, making the hyperventilating stop. I put my head in my hands and dug my nails into my skin, screaming as loud as I could.

"WHY ALWAYS ME?!" I yelled, digging my nails farther into my skull. My bedroom door opened up and slammed against the wall, making a small crack in it. I looked up, my nails still embedded in my scalp, and was met with the sad carmel eyes of Mitch. He slowly walked over to me and gently took my hands from my head. He brought his hand up and wiped the still falling stream of tears on my cheeks.

"Shh, everything will be okay Biggums... you'll see..." He said softly, sitting down next to me in the process. I buried my head in his shoulder and sobbed as he still held my hands in his comfortingly.

"I-It's j-j-just not f-f-FAIR!" I yelled out between sobs. Mitch patted my hands and let me continue to sob onto his shoulder. I pushed myself away from Mitch and quickly snatched my hands out of his grip.

"I-I... sorry." I muttered, bringing my hands to my lap and trying as hard as I could to hide the bandages. Mitch just nodded sadly and pushed me down lightly so I was laying down. He pulled my comforter up to my neck and patted it.

"I find that sleep is a good cure." He said, smiling slightly. I smiled very faint back and snuggled farther into my sheets. It was ten at night anyway. I shut my eyes and Mitch left, turning off my lights and closing my door. My eyes shot back one as I heard the click of the door closing. You know, Mitch can be a good friend when he chooses to be. I sighed and turned onto my side.

Can life get anymore complicated?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (A/N)

I'm so sorry for the short chapter! So many people wanted chapter two, I'd thought I would just make it short instead of rushed. Much Love for all the support <333!

~Tara