Scarlet's POV
I sat in the car for over thirty minutes. Just sat and cried. I'm guessing Luke left the park, not even worried about how I'm doing. I shouldn't have trusted him in the first place. That's how you get hurt.
"You can't trust anyone." My mother's words just kept on repeating in my head. That was probably the only useful thing she's ever said to me, given the fact she's a drug addict and an alcoholic.
I guess I had to learn the hard way. I picked up my purse from the passenger seat and unzipped it. I looked around the pockets for my razor blade. Usually I would wait until I got home, but because of the situation, I couldn't.
I'd been clean for about two weeks, but that's because Luke stopped me. But he's not here anymore... I take the blade and cut my left wrist.
Seven cuts for the months we've been together.
Three for the times he's cheated.
And once for the times he's gotten the girls pregnant.
11 cuts in all... I take tissues from my purse and attempt to wipe the blood. Then I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. The sobs continued blurring my vision. I tried to keep driving.
Then it all went black.
