Scarred (Everlark story)

Chapter 2: voices in my head

I wake up in my queen sized bed and find the other side of the bed cold. I sit up, and walk straight up to the bathroom. I stare at my imperfections in the mirror. My eyes are swollen, red and puffy, my face has a few scratch marks. Because when I am in too much pain I have a habit of clawing my face. Why would Peeta ever love me? He doesn't deserve a girl like me. I'm broken. Torn. Depressed. My eyes are a grey color, that shouts out sadness. My face never smiles anymore. I barely even eat. I don't deserve him. Suddenly I can't take it anymore, the pain is unbearable. Tears flow down my cheeks as I block the words in my mind.

"YOU ARENT GOOD ENOUGH"
"YOU COUDNT SAVE HER, YOURE TO WEAK"
"YOU DONT DESERVE HIM"

The words echo a round my thoughts, as I try to block it out. My nails somehow finds my face as I feel it scratching and wounding some parts. Tears flow. Blood drips. I deserve this, I should have been dead. Not Prim, not Rue, not Finnick. I should have died! It's all my fault! I stare up at my reflection in the mirror, I punch it the glass breaks as my hand suffers pain. I sob loudly as all the feelings I've shut inside of me since the rebellion, floods out. I fall down to the floor, as more and more words fill my head. Words that wounds me. Words that haunts me. Words that tortures me.
"Gale left because of you..."
"No one cares.."
"Just die..."
All the words echo, it's to painful. I scream, and scream as loud as I can. So someone could help me. The whole world is blocked out, the only thing I can hear is the voices in my head. I can't even hear myself screaming. My eyes are closed shut, and my hands are ripping my face and head. Suddenly I feel a pair of strong arms rocking me gently. I open my eyes slowly and see my boy with the bread. His mouth moves but I can't hear him. All I can hear is the voices that scream harmful words at me. His face is the last thing I see before everything goes black.