Two broken pieces

Chapter 1

Kara
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"No!" I screamed.

I usually wake up like this, but this time it was different. I don't know what that nightmare was about, but I feel the weight of the nightmare on me.

Ughhhhhhh! It's 6:15.

But I've never been this late, and for the first day of school but it's not like I care.

I've to go now! Or I'll miss the bus.

Why didn't anyone wake me.

I know, that my bitchy sister and her friends takes the car every morning. We literally go to the same school, but we have different rides and different friends. She changed a lot, many people think it's for the better but for me worse.

She left me, I don't really blame her. I was uncool and boring. She was hot, sweet, and everything a girl should be apparently. I didn't really mind, but I did.

"Kara! What are you doing here?" My mom screams, entering the room.

'Not this again'.

"Mom Dakota didn't wake me and she always takes the car." I whined.
It's true she always does that.

"Don't talk about your sister that way, she's better than you. She wakes up early. She's smarter than you. I don't even know how your my daughter?!" She said.

Then she walked out of my room like nothing happened, but she always says this.

I don't even realize that a tear falls out of my eyes until it hits my pillow.

'Get yourself together.' I thought

I stood up and walked towards the window. I opened the curtains that were sorta lilac, which I haven't changed since we started living here. It's the only thing I like like about this house. In front of me is another mansion, which has been there since we have moved here.

The kids are really a ruckus, they're loud and crazy. One of the kid is my age, but it doesn't matter. He probably doesn't even know I exist, even if my windows opposite of his.

I know that he keeps his window open the whole night. I do admit he is sorta cute, but I don't go for guys like him. He would be perfect with my sister.

'Again with my sister' ughhhhhhh

Omfg!

It's the first day of senior year.

This can't happen!

Why am I like this?

I ran to my washroom, which is at the other end of the room. I have to admit, my rooms bigger than I like it to be.

I entered the my washroom, it's soo bright!

I looked at my reflection, I look weak which I am but I don't like to admit it. Another tear falls from my eyes, I still do look like my sister but now we are very different people to say the truth.

I take my blade from one of the shelves, and look myself in the mirror. Then I raised the sleeve of my left hand and looked at all the scars.

'I deserve this'

I think this all the time when I do this. I think it helps, no one really knows about this. Yes, I have friends but no, they don't think I would do something like this to myself. I wouldn't want anyone to know about this.

I raise the blade, look at where I want to do it and then I strike.

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