I'm here for you

The day after pt.2

Veronica's POV
My face went pale and I stammered "I...I...I....I need to go to the bathroom, excuse me". I quickly brushed pass her and into the bathroom.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I waked, 'Shit, how can I be so stupid? Why did I even run to her house? I only will earn a beating for doing that, and now she knows about my cuts. What would she think of me? She probably would want to stop being friends with me now that she's seen them. She also probably thinks that I'm attention seeking by cutting myself.'

I entered a bathroom stall and pulled up my sleeves. I looked at all my scars that has accumulated over the past four years. No one has ever seen them, until now. They were one of my many deepest darkest secret no one knew about. Everyone thinks I'm perfect, but under this 'perfect' exterior, I'm broken. A broken piece of shit that no one would ever want.

I reached into my pocket to pull out my blade. It was the only thing that was there for me through the years. It brought me comfort that no one else has provided. It made me feel safe. I brought it up to my wrist, ready to pierce my skin with it and add to the collection of cuts that was there.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and Betty calling out "V, I know you are in there, let me in. Please tell me what's wrong. You've been acting weird for the past few days. Especially after yesterday you can't just run away from me. You know I'm here for you no matter what, so please open up the door."

I tucked the blade away and pulled down my sleeves before I opened the stall door.

"Yes? What do you want?"

"Veronica, you seriously came to me bawling your eyes out yesterday with cuts and a bruise on your arms, abruptly ran out of Pop's a few days ago with tears in your eyes and you haven't been texting me or picking up my calls for the past few days and you ask what I want!"

"You know what Betty? Please just go away, I want to be left alone, don't try find me. I'm tired of you constantly bothering me."

It hurts my heart to say such harsh words to Betty, but she didn't want to leave me alone, I had no other choice. I quickly ran out of the bathroom and out of school. I can't even be bothered with school right now. I just wanted to go home and be away from reality.

As soon as I entered my house and closed the door, I was quickly dragged into the kitchen. I was then pushed into a chair. A cold metal object was then brought near my neck. It was being traced along my neck. I knew not to panic, one wrong move and it could end badly. But then again, would it really end badly? No one would care if I was gone. No one probably would even notice if I was gone.

I heard a voice reeking with alcohol and cigarettes whisper next to my ear "You little bitch, what did I tell you about hanging out with friends? I told you not to. So would you tell me why the fuck did you not return home after you were being a slut but go to Betty's house instead? I wonder how she would think of you being a slut and a dyke? Would she still be friends with you?"

My heart is beating so fast that it feels like it's being tattooed on my rib cage.

" I'm sorry mom, I promise I won't do it again!"

" I know you won't"

I screamed and everything went black.