Chapter 3:
"Scarlett's Point of View"
I sat there wondering what that boy really wanted. Did he really care? No. Nobody cares, remember? Nobody loves you. Your all alone. You have nobody. I got up and ran home. I had to do it. I just had to. I wanted to stop, but I can't! I can't! I just can't!
People gave me weird looks as I past by them. I didn't care though. I need to get home and lock myself in the bathroom before my mom notices.
I ran up the steps to my house and froze. I took a deep breathe. I can do this. All I have to do is open the door real fast then run upstairs into my bathroom. That's all I have to do. It's not that hard. I can do. I opened the door slowly as I peaked my head inside. I didn't see anybody. That's good I thought. I slide in without making a sound and closed the door.
I stared at the empty stair case just ahead of me. Here's my chance. I ran quickly up it just as my mom came out of the kitchen. "Where the hell have you been!?!" She yelled towards me as I ran up the stairs.
I could feel her running right behind me the whole way. I ran down the hall to the last door on the right. My bedroom. I hurried up and slung the door open. I tried closing it just as my mom's hand grabbed onto the door, forcing it from closing. Then I ran into my bathroom and shut the door real quick. This time I was able to lock it before my mom could get there.
"SCARLETT! OPEN THIS GOD DAM DOOR!" My mom yelled while banging repeatedly on the door. I stared at the door briefly. She can't get in here. It's locked. I turned my head to look at myself in the mirror. Disguise. I was hideous. Why can't I look pretty like everybody else? Maybe my mom would love me? Maybe I wouldn't get bullied?
I stared into the mirror as something shiny caught my eye. I looked down to see my razor blade. I slung my shirt over my head and grabbed it. My paradise. I stared at my bare stomach in the mirror as I slowly brought it over.
I couldn't hear my mom no more. I figured she gave up. I let the cold blade touch my skin as everybody started popping up into my head. I could see Josh calling me worthless. I seen my mom saying she should've killed me.
I seen everybody from school laughing as people beat me up. Tears fell from my eyes. Just as I was about to cut myself, he popped up in my head. The boy from the park. The boy who seemed like he care.
His eyes. The ones that gave you hope. The one that made you weak inside. Him. I dropped the blade to the floor as my knees gave out on me.
Why was this happening to me? Even though I asked myself this many times, I was still expecting an answer. I cried as my bathroom door slung open. I looked to see my mom more mad then ever. She had a key in her right hand as she looked down at me.
"You didn't think I could get in did you?" I shook my head no as she slapped me across with her right hand. The key dug into my skin leaving as big scratch on it. Blood started falling down from my cheek. She cut me.
