I had pulled my hand out to Alyssa. Pulling the sleeve up and revealing two large cuts across my pale arm. Alyssa's face had turned from shock, to confusion, to disgust in a matter of minutes
"What happened? Did you cut yourself with glass or something?" She had said in a sharp tone. Demanding to know what had happened to me.
"N-No...I did this..To myself." I whimpered. It almost made me laugh at how quiet and put together I was when I was 10. Confined, pure, innocent, concealed. Like a diary with the hardest lock you couldn't crack no matter how much you tried.
"Like, with a knife? Blades? Sharp metals?" Alyssa's black curls bounced as she pounced forward and made a cutting motion across her wrist. This action made me cringe.
"No, I use scissors. You just keep sawing in the same spot until it gets numb then...Nevermind."
Alyssa had stuck her tongue out a made a gagging sound. Wrinkling her nose like the pig she was.
"Eww! How could you do that to yourself? So unladylike! Girl's are supposed to wear cute dresses, not play with boys, not get dirty, and most importantly, be afraid of blood!"
I nodded timidly.
"That's why I'm a flawless example of a lady, and your a flawless example of an animal!" Alyssa shouted. Her curls bouncing once again as she threw her arms out. I backed up.
"Hey, that's not very nice..."
Alyssa snorted. More proof of her being a pig. I'm really starting to believe it myself.
"Oh I'm sorry! By the way, if I get to close, will I catch your crazy?!" Alyssa burst out into laughter. The girls small brown cheeks spread wide with joy, benefitting from my despair.
"B-Be quiet, Alyssa..." I muttered under my breath. Almost so silently it sounded like only a cold breeze was passing by.
"Freak show! Mental Patient! Weirdo! Emo!" She was now floating with chuckles.
"Be quiet." I clenched my fists.
"Oohhhh. Little goth girl gonna get me? Huh? HeeeeeHeHeeee!" Alyssa's stomach looked like it was about to burst into a rain of confetti and Mexican food.
"Shut up!" I shrieked. I kicked her in the shin. Then stomping on her chest while she was now whaling with pain.
Tears filled Alyssa's eyes as she weeped with all her might. Screaming while her breathing was husky from the stomping. I probably broke something.
"Demon! Thats what you are! A little demon sent from hell!" The chocolate girl hooted, as her mother carried her off; shooting me death stares as she
whispered.
"Don't ever come near my daughter again."
That was the end of my friendship with her. When we moved to San Digeo. When it all started. When the cutting started. Where my story began.
Emily waved a tan hand in front of my face blankly. Siping her mint milkshake and making loud slurped noises.
"Helloooo? Earth to Asherrrr?"
I quickly snapped out of my day dream. Yawning, putting my fork down next to the thick vanilla brownie on the table.
"Oi, how long have I been out?" My deep voice sounds almost alien to me after hearing my light, high toned voice in the dream.
"Three minutes." Em snickered. "And you were drooling to."
And right. Now I remember why were here. And why I zoned out with that memory so vividly. I was going to tell, confess, to Emily about the cutting.
"So, what'ca bring me out her for?"
Emliys short sunburst pony tails swayed in the air when she tilted her head.
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Teen FictionAsher was one of then majority youth. She talked about boys, shopping, clothes, basic teenage things. But Asher held a dark secret with her. Asher was a cutter. "You can do all kinds of things when you angry. All kinds of stupid shit. Hitting yours...