With You

Bettys POV

❌Self harm❌

I watch the trees zip past out of the window as I sat in the back seat of the car between my brother and sister. Polly and Chic are twins and they hate me, I'm used to it. Soon I notice a sign that says Riverdale. "Kids we are almost to our new home!" My mom exclaimed happily. "Yea, polly and chic y'all can pick your rooms before Betty" my dad smiles at Polly and then looks at me in disgust. I wish I knew why he hated me so much.

A few moments later we pulled into the driveway of a medium sized White House. Polly and Chic jumped out of the car and slammed the doors behind them not waiting for me. I unbuckle myself as I let a few tears fall from my face. "Here slut" my dad says and he hands me my bag of things. "Are you crying?" He asked me. I wiped the tears away "no" I said as I put my head down. I closed my eyes and knew what was coming. Soon I felt his hand across my face leaving it red and bruised as always. "We paid good money for this house! Do not be a bitch about it" he yelled and pushed me back a little. Quickly I ran inside the front door of the house and headed up the stairs.

"Which room is mine?" I asked Polly as she came out of a doorway. "That small one" she pointed across the hall to a room. I moved passed her and she pushed me a bit b it I ignored her. I found myself in a room that was fairly small but I didn't mind. I actually really liked this. It had a window seat that faced the house beside ours. I put a pillow on the seat and sat down with my diary to write in it.

Dear diary, we just moved to a new town. I like my room. It has a window seat and the walls are painted a dark grey. I really want to make some new friends but I'm scared that Polly and Chic will hurt me. Let alone my dad. He slapped me hard a minute ago but I don't think I have enough makeup to cover it up completely. What if the people at school laugh at me because i am

I was interrupted by my door sliding open so I shut the diary quickly. I looked up to see my dad with a small box. He threw it down "you forgot this" he snarled at me. "Oh, sorry" I said and looked down at my hands as they fidgeted in my lap. "Look at me Elizabeth!" He growled. I heard him get closer to me. "I said to look up at me!" He yelled again. He grabbed my chin and turned it to look at him harshly. His harsh grasp on my face hurt. "S-stop" I said and tried to jerk my face away. He let go eventually and threw my head away.

"Why are you writing instead of unpacking?" He asked and grabbed my diary off of my lap. "No give it back" i demanded, but that didn't work. He just turned around and walked towards my bedroom door. "Give it back" I said again, he turned back around to face me "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled. I attempted to reach for it but he shoved me down on the ground. I backed away in a panic as he walked towards me. Soon I felt a hard kick to my stomach. "Don't talk to me that way!" He slapped me once more and then I let him leave with my diary.

I wiped the falling tears on my hoodie sleeve as i stood up. I looked out of my window to see a boy standing there shocked. He had a crown beanie on and black curly hair. I noticed his eyes were forming tears as he looked at me. He's cute. I thought to myself. No no no Betty you can't your siblings will hurt you. He came to his window and opened it. I slowly opened mine and looked at him as I wiped the tears away.

"Are you ok?" He asked. It was quite but loud enough for me to hear. I nodded my head yes. "I'm Jughead" he smiled a little. "Betty" I smirked a bit but pushed it away. "Betty, Why does he do that?" He asked me concerned. I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded to shut my window. "Wait Betty please let me" he tried to say but soon the window was shut. I couldn't talk to him, my siblings would bully him and hurt me. I had more tears in my eyes and I looked back at him and Luther the word sorry. He soon walked out of his room.

I finished unpacking and heard a knock on my door. "Come in" I say. Polly walked in with her nose in the air. She jumped on my bed and just sat there. "Your room is so ugly, just like you" she laughed a bit under her breathe. I sighed and let one tear drop. She was right, I am ugly. "Come along I want you to see my room!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room. There was beautiful fairy light hanging above her bed. Her walls had multiple hanging paintings and cute pictures. Her room looked super cute but it wasn't my style. I wanted a more dark and relaxing room. Unlike hers which had bright pink and gold decorations.

"Nice" I said and walked back to my room quickly. She yelled at me as I walked away "isn't it so much better than yours!" She'd say. "Ugh. Answer me!" She demanded but I ignored her and shut my door behind me. I began looking for my razor. I wanted it, needed it. I hadn't done it in a few days but it was just calling me right now. I dug through everything until finally I found it in the bottom of a bag

I felt relieved as I dug the blade into my skin and watched the blood rush down my arm. I made a few cuts that were deep and long. It was so relieving and made me feel so much better. I knew if I hadn't done it I wouldn't of been able to sleep tonight. I was so worried about school and being bullied. After I cleaned my arm I climbed under the blankets on my bed and cried to myself to sleep.