To heal a broken heart

Chapter 8

~Holly's POV~

Once inside the house, I don't get a break. Instead I'm met with my father waiting for me, news papers in his hands.

"What took you so long? You should've come as soon as I said so!"

"I'm sorry, my car broke down. I had to walk", I lie, somehow knowing he'd be even more upset if I mentioned Jayden.

"So you destroyed your car now?! You're really good for nothing, huh?!"

Without further warning, I feel the news paper hitting my side. I shrink back on instinct, but that only seems to make him angrier.

"Dad, please stop! I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault! It just wouldn't start!", I try to defend myself. He just snorts in irritation.

"You being here is mistake enough!"

In the background I see my mother emerging from the living room. She cackles at my father's words.

"I can't believe we put up with you for so long already", she comments and throws me a disgusted look. I try to stop my tears, but they somehow just spill over my cheeks, rolling down my face. My parents only watch and I see a smirk appearing on my dad's face.

I can't believe they suddenly act like this around me. We never had the best relationship, but I always thought it was because they were just busy and stressed out from work. Now that they finally show me their true faces I'm shook. I never thought my parents never loved me, but that's what it looks like right now...

"Get in your room, I don't want to see you anymore", my father snarls.

"I'm sorry", I try again, then I duck my head and flee from their disgusted glares.

Hurt blooms in my chest again, causing me to directly go to my bathroom. My beloved blade calls out to me. My feelings well up inside of me more and more, tears freely flooding down my face. I desperately rummage through the cabinet and when I finally feel the cold metal in my hand a relieved breathe escapes me.

One for my mother calling me fat.

One for my father calling me a mistake.

One for my classmates hating me.

One for Chelsea ending our friendship.

One for Nick's daily torture.

And finally one for all the pain it caused me to look at Jayden kissing Chelsea.

I'm really better off dead. Well, everyone else would be too.

Finally the pressure is lifted off my chest again. Only the searing pain in my tortured arm stays, but I can deal with that. It's way better than my inner pain. My broken heart just can't keep up with everything happening around me. Sometimes I think that the world just hates me, only having the mission to break me.

Well they all succeeded. I feel broken and empty. Like I'm drowning in my own miserable thoughts.

It's not only love that's able to break one's heart. Hurt, hate and fear in general work just as great in doing so.

A sudden ding from my phone breaks me out of my silent weeping. It's a message from Juli. She asks if I'm alright. A small, yet sad smile appears on my face.

"I'm fine", I type back. "Don't worry about me."

Bandaging my arm, I try to stop the flowing blood. I cut deeper than normal, it's more difficult this time. I stopped caring a long time ago. My parents being like they recently were just adds to my already depressive state.