Skar revealed her thighs, showing the silvery white scars from that snapple bottle long ago. No one else could see it, I barely could at my angle, but there were more on the insides of her thighs from herself. I remembered those times. I looked up to see the guys' reactions. Monte didn't look super surprised, but very pissed and slightly disturbed. Max on the other hand was shocked, livid, bone white, he appeared very disturbed, and most of all, apologetic, as if it was his fault. Skar noticed that part to.
"Max, it's not your fault. I was fifteen when this happened. I just met you today. Monte has already heard the story, that's why we were gone for so long earlier," she said. She proceeded to tell the story for the second time that day. She remained tearless through the whole story, but left the room shortly after, saying she was tired and that she was going to go to sleep. Her eyes were starting to glaze over though, which I knew meant she was gonna cry at any minute. Monte understood this and went to follow her. I stopped him though. She needed to be alone. It was just how Skar was. He looked down at me confused, then knew not to follow her from the look in my eyes. Suddenly, Max collapsed on the ground. I looked over and stared at him, then heard muffled sobs and enraged comments. I stood up.
"I'm gonna go take a walk," I said. I walked out the door and heard Monte walk over to Max. I hope they were alright.
Skar's POV
I lifted up my shorts to reveal my silvery scars going up my thighs. I was disgusted with myself for what had happened. I felt like it was my fault. I took a deep breath and told my story for the second time that day. When I was finished, I got up.
"I'm tired guys, I'm gonna go to sleep," I said. I walked over to my room, which was down the small hall and the first door on the left. I closed the door and locked it behind me. I ran over to my bed and flopped down stomach first into the hard mattress, which I never used. I always just slept on the cold wooden floor. I didn't even realize I was crying until my face started getting wet and I felt my bed shaking. I don't know how long I was like that before I got up, in search of my blade. Why was I so weak? I slid under my bed on my stomach, grabbed the sharp blade I liked to call Stephen, for reasons not necessary to talk about right now. I changed into my favorite booty shorts and sat down in my special corner. Because of my wood floors, it made it easy to do this in my room. I dragged my blade across my skin on my thighs, watching the beautiful crimson liquid flow. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. I liked this pain, it was the best type. I repeated this over again and again, then made one last deep cut, deeper then I've ever gone before, to even it up. The room suddenly started getting dark around the edges. Soon, all I could see was black. My last memories were Max, Kiya, and a ridiculous amount of blood. Oh god, forgive me please.
Max's POV
I could hear her, sobbing quietly in her room. She was sighing shakily. I had an idea of why, but I wasn't going to check.
"Max," I thought I heard her say. No way. She must not have. The next thing though, that was to much. "Oh god forgive me," she whimpered. A thud. I rushed into her room, breaking the door handle on the way. Kiya had went on a walk and Monte had given up trying to comfort me and went to bed. What I saw, it was unbearable. I felt like I was walking on clouds, like the atmosphere disappeared, like I was just walking through nothing, only wandering in search of something I could never get. She was millions of miles away. I snapped back when my hand found her face. Skar was just lying there, all limp and lifeless, in a little heap in a corner of her room. She was surrounded by blood that was still lukewarm. I screamed for Monte, not really knowing what else to do. He rushed in, already calling 911. This was going to be a trip.
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Ooooooooooh it's a cliffy!! What will happen to Skar? Is there something else that she's hiding from everyone? Will something happen between her and Max? Will Kiya and Craig develope something, and will Leila be happy about it? Read to find out. Oh and the next chappie is gonna be a long one I think. ;D
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Adventures In Music And Babysitting (An Escape The Fate FanFic)
ФанфикKiya Thompson is just a normal 22 year old girl who is trying to get back on her feet after finally getting out of an abusive relationship. She moved to Los Vegas on a whim, wanting to persue her dream of music. Until she gets her big break though...