Secrets Are Always Kept

Six

I head up to my bedroom, quickly skipping up the stairs. I lock my door behind me and catch my breath. They are going to kill me. I look at my alarm clock, it reads 6:30pm.

They'll be here soon I think to myself. I must come up with a plan, quick.
Noise is heard downstairs after some time has passed. I press my knees to my chest as I listen.

My arms and clothes are covered in blood. Laughter is the only noise that comes out of me. I do not feel the pain anymore. I had the desire to cut, and I did. Cutting is also another one of my great stress relievers.

I roll up my sweatpants and grasp the blade in my shaky, bloody, and gruesome hands. The blade glides across my untouched, tan skin, leaving a fresh blood filled line across my now harmed flesh. The continuous stinging of the cut doesn't even bother me anymore.

I hear some knocking until someone barges into my room, breaking off the door's hinges.

"Jaylee you- oh my lord what happened to you!!" My dad screams in horror as he kneels in his jeans and they get covered in blood as he holds me.
My eyelids begin to close rapidly until everything becomes just black darkness.

...
I open my eyes slowly and just see a white room. Basically everything is white. I try to sit up, and as I do, I meet the faces of my family members. They all are surrounded by me.

I'm at the hospital. My cuts have been washed and have been bandaged up. There are a lot of wires hooked up to me and a monitor that reads my heartbeat and other shit.

The room is just like any other hospital room. A television is hung up, almost at the top of the ceiling. There's a couch where my family is sitting at, there's a window with blinds. Finally there is a sink and a door that leads to the restroom, and do not forget the doctor's things.

"She's awake," My dad calls to their attention.

"Sissy!!" Jessica says as she runs over to me and puts her arms around me.

"Oh god are you alright?" Concern in her voice.

"I guess," I say looking down at my arms.

"I nearly died," I hear father say.

"I thought my baby would go live with her mommy too soon," I shudder, trying to withdraw that though from my head. I would love to be with my mom right now, but I still feel that there is a chance for me to still live.

"Let's not talk about that dad," Julian assures. As I said before, thank you brother.

The doctor appears shortly. Her name is Dr. Angelica.

"Okay Jaylee we really need to talk," she says, her voice serious.Oh shit. I nod my head lightly.

"When we did the exams on you, we found traces of malnourishment and drugs," she says, my father tensing up.

"Did anyone do these things to you. Did anyone not feed correctly or not feed you at all and did they drug you?" I'm pretty sure she knows the answer. I take a deep breath.

"No, I did that myself."

My father stands up, "Why Jaylee, why?"

"Oh shut up you dipshit, I followed your steps," He freezes.

"Oh, sir you had something to do with this?"

"Of course not Dr. I didn't even know about this," He says, pushing his hair to the side.

"I'm sorry, but we are going to have to do a drug test both on you and Jaylee," she continues.

"Jaylee I believe you are anorexic," da fuck?