This Is My Escape

Part 1

Rebecca's POV

The blood was running down my wrist, arms and legs. Tears were also running down my cheeks and as I looked at myself in the mirror, my face was caked. There were no icings but lots of make-up as if it were melting on my face. I just laughed a little. Not at my face but about my life. My life was a joke. Nobody cared. The pain was too much. But it felt so good that I wanted to stop but I just couldn't. I wanted to take away the pain that stupid people I've hated have given me. I just had too much of their bullshit.

A voice called my name.

''Rebecca?'' It was my dad.

''Uh, yea dad?''

''What are you doing? Are you doing that shit again?! You better not be because I don't want to send you to the hospital again.'' My dad informed.

More tears strolled down my cheeks.
It was just last year when they had to send me to a hospital because they found out that I was cutting myself for what they called, ''stupid reasons''
''No dad! I stopped'' now you knew that was a lie but I had to because I didn't want to go back to that shitty place and hear bullshit about how I cut myself because of ''stupid reasons''

I mean yeah there are stupid reasons that people starts cutting. Like for example, they just want attention or maybe it's because they think it's cool.
But if they ever did listen, they would actually understand. I mean, to be honest, I cut for attention to see whether people cared. But I really cut because of my family problems. With my dad and mom about to get in a divorce, my sister, and just them not caring on whatever I do.

It's just bullshit. Just stop reading. You're just wasting your goddamn time reading this shit.

Marielle's POV

I didn't know what was going on in the hallway. My dad was yelling at someone in the bathroom. Probably my sister. I was scared. I literally pray for her every fucking day because I'm so scared that I'm afraid to listen to my parents yelling at her about her body and what she does to it. I'm just scared to lose her. I don't want to almost lose her again.

When she was in the hospital last year, she was sick. She didn't eat, she was so pale that I just couldn't bare to even look at her and the way she acted towards the people who were trying to take care of her got me worried even more. I didn't want her to see me cry. Yet I wanted to. To show her how much I actually loved and cared for her.

I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to be with her everyday but I just couldn't because I was scared that she was going to be harsh on me.