Sluts & Suicide

c i c a t r i z e

cicatrize: (v) to find healing by the process of forming scars

M A R L E Y

Marley watched as they re-stitched Emme's wrist, occasionally wiping up blood that spilled out. Marley tended to be a very squeamish girl, but her worry clouded her mind and overruled her squeamishness. 

Sebastian, aka Seb, stood by her side, his arm hugging her shoulder and his thumb rubbing in circles. He did this in an attempt to not only comfort Marley but also him. 

"Comm'n. Let's go sit down," Delilah mumbled, never having to deal with this before. They all numbly walked over to the chairs outside the room next to the window. Marley looked out of the window towards the trees. 

Memories hit her like a train wreck. Not of Emme, but of Haze. 

Haze had a cabin in the mountains. It is surrounded by a forest of random growth. It was beautiful. Breathtaking, actually. It was a stereotypical cabin. But it radiated a warm glow. Kind of like an aura. As it if were a breathing, living person.

They would go to the cabin every fall break. Having their own private Thanksgiving. Haze had been her family. 

But then tragedies happen. They went to a party one night. Haze loved getting drunk, being able to drink away the bad memories of his life. But he would forget a lot of things. So on this night, Marley was able to convince him to not get drunk. And in case he did, she took his keys and his phone.

He ended up getting drunk. They danced and drank and had fun like teenagers should, right? Haze begged for his cars and Marley loved him and was so entranced by his green eyes that she gave in.

While he was driving Haze got a text. He didn't bother looking at it as he was trying to sober up. But Marley did.

"Who's 'Trinity' babe," Marley had asked. A look flashed in his eyes, but Marley did catch it.

"I don't know Marr," Haze slurred. 

"No, you do. You at least know her name," Marley defended. By this time they were at Marley's house. Haze was sobering up, knowing what was about to happen.

"I really don't. Give me my phone," Haze curtly said.

"Yes. You do," Marley raised her voice. Haze caved, knowing this was going to happen sooner or later.

"Fine, I do," he said, mentally preparing himself for the speech he was about to give the love of his life. Marley gazed at him with panic clear in her eyes. He couldn't manage to look Marley in the eye.

"She's obviously a girl. She.. She and I have been hooking up for about a month now. And before you say anything, I'm sorry. It's just I have needs and you wouldn't help me. I needed something. Please don't leave me," Haze whimpered.

Marley looked aghast. She composed herself but her rage could only build from here.

"You can't even look me in the eye. You don't even have enough respect for me to look me in the eye and tell me you've been hooking up with some.. some whore," Marley said to calm for her own good, "And you would think that after all I've been through with you, I wouldn't have any self-respect left. But surprise. I do. So don't ask me to stay. I'm just so done with you. I...," Marley trailed off and got out of the car and slammed her door. 

She ran into her house, raced up the stairs and into her room. Marley crumbled to the floor and sobbed.

She couldn't do it anymore.

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omg. how could he do that to the love of his life? anyways, we got a look into marley's past. thoughts? i'll be back as soon as possible with a new chapter.

love ya!

maddie leigh