Quinn's POV
I turned my key in the ignotion and sped away in my Bug. I was at the point where I was about to start hyperventalating. Was somebody following me? Did I have a stalker?
These thoughts haunted me. I shivered and kept driving until I pulled into the driveway and ran upstairs to my room.
It was my safe-haven. It was dark purple, and it was filled with pictures of my good memories, before Mason and the accident with my parents.
It also had giant stuffed animals, and, in a drawer, sharp objects that i sliced my wrists with.
Today was especially grueling, so I sliced extra. I grabbed a warm washcloth and pressed it on my bleeding wrists, putting pressure to stop the bleeding.
I slightly winced, and layed down on my bed and drifted alseep.
When I awoke, I had 3 new texts on my phone.
One from Aunt Jenny, one from Lola-ignored-, and one from that new kid, Jackson.
I'm bringing home pizza.-Jenny-
What would you say to dinner on Friday? -Jackson-
What the-? Jackson Joyce, asking ME on a dinner date? I don't know.
I'll think about it. Maybe he thinks I'm easy, just becuase I got pregnant before. Maybe he's jsut a nice guy.
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