Constant

Meeting Him Again

CHAPTER 6

Sam's POV

*Beep Beep Beep* I check my phone 10am. I roll over and put my feet on the icy cold tile on my bedroom floor. I stand up and drag my feet across the hall to the bathroom. I grab a towel and a washcloth from under the sink. I undress myself, neatly folding my clothes and stacking them on the counter top. I turn on the water to the shower as hot as it will go and carefully step in. I take my time in the shower but making sure I give myself time to get dressed. I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around my cold body. I stand in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Why am I so damn ugly? Why is everything I do wrong? Why is my mom never home? Why did my dad not love me enough to stay another night? Why is this all happening to me? I begin to cry. Why do I have so at. many flaws? I have acne, I don't have a flat stomach, my body is covered in cuts and bruises, I counter to look at myself in the mirror and pick out all of my flaws. I pick my razor blade up off the counter and slowly slide down the bathroom wall until I'm sitting on the tile floor. I slice my right upper arm open 9 times for every question I just asked myself, and every flaw I just pointed out. I watch the blood pouring out of my skin. I continue to cry on the floor creating a pool of blood and tears. I take the towel that is wrap around my body and gently wipe the blood of the cuts. I hear my phone go off in the other room. I quickly get up and walk into my bedroom. I pick my phone up off the bed and read the text.

“Good morning, I'm leaving my house now”

I check the time 9:45. Crap! I was in the bathroom longer than I had thought. I quickly grab a pair of plain black high wasted shorts and a red and black flannel. I put some anti-frizz in my hair and brush it out. I put on my outfit, and cuff my shirt sleeves up to my elbow just below my fresh cuts. I put on very little make-up, just some foundation, mascara and thin eye liner. I hear a knock at the door. I look myself in the mirror one last time. Running my fingers through my wet hair, I walk out of my bedroom and open the front door.

“Hi” Devon says cheerfully.

“Hey”

“Are you ready to go?” No I'm not ready to go but I don’t think that’s an option. I think its a little late to back out now. Maybe it won't be do bad after all.

“Yeah, let me just go grab some shoes.”

I use my arm to guide him inside the small trailer. For the first time I’m thankful my mom didn’t come home last night.

“You can sit down if you want” I say. I'm not really sure what to do. I'm not used to people coming over.

I walk into my bedroom and grab a pair of no show socks and my solid black Vans. I sit down on the edge of my bed and put them on. I stand up and look in the mirror. I've looked worse, I've looked better. Why am I trying? I don't like him. I'm only hanging out with him because I want my board back.

I walk out of my bedroom and into the kitchen to see him sitting on a bar stool.