Fallen

Chapter 3

I drove home as fast as I could. That guy. Who was he? How did he know my name? Why is everything so confusing?

Once I got home, I could tell that mom has still yet to come home. Where is she?  Maybe she had to stay late or something.

I went up in my room and grabbed my sketchbook. I love to draw. Im pretty good at it too if I do say so myself.

I start sketching Dad's face. His gentle smile, delicate wrinkles, deep blue eyes. As im sketching i notice a tear drop on the page.  crying.

I miss Dad so much. Everything was amazing when he was alive. I miss his smiles and how he would put me on his shoulders when I was little. I always felt invincible when he was around.

I start balling my eyes out. My makeup runs down my face. Dad!!!! Please I need you! I scream in agony.

I get up and go to my drawer. I grabbed a blade that I hide in there. I go back to my bed still crying. I roll my pants down to see all the scars that have previously been there.

No one knows my habit except me. I conceal it so well nobody suspects anything. I take the sharp blade and touch it to my skin.

Chills go down my spine. The feeling is addicting. I apply pressure and I start to bleed. The pain is only for a second but its worth it.

I keep cutting and cutting. My leg is pouring with blood. I laugh like a lunatic. Im so messed up. My vision starts to darken until I pass out.