A Dead Girl

Chapter 32 Trauma

Avery's POV

Me and Scarlett got out the car and walked into the apartment. She had her head down the entire time. When we walked in Jamie was in the kitchen making dinner and Amy was on the couch watching tv.
"Hey guys we're back"

"Hey Scar" Jamie and Amy said.

She didn't say anything, just kept walking to her room. A few seconds later I got a text from her that said not to tell them what happened.

Thinking about what she told me makes me so angry and sad and confused. Why is shit always happening to her? I can't leave her in her room by herself so I tell the other two I'll be in the room with Scarlett and they reply and continue with what their doing.

When I walk in I see Scarlett laying on the floor curled up into a ball. I walked over and sat down in front of her.

"What can I do to help?"

"Give me a knife"

"Scarlett-

"Let me slit my wrists and end this pitiful life. Bad things keep happening no matter what I do. Let me die"

Her words pierced my heart. I could feel the tears in my eyes and running down my face.
"I can't let you die Scar. Your life is too important to so many people"

"I'd rather rot in hell then see what bad thing could possibly happen next"

"Don't think that way, have hope Scar"

"I can't. Now can you go get me a knife since you threw away all the razors"

"Scarlett, this is gonna be hard but I'm gonna help you through it every step of the way"

"I wanna die"

"I won't let you"

Then Amy came in and saw us on the floor.
"What's going on? Scarlett are you ok?"

I looked at Scarlett and she was staring off into space. I can't tell Amy even though I want to.
"Can you just leave us alone in here for awhile?"

"Ok, well dinners ready"
She walked out and closed the door behind herself. I don't want to make her feel worse but she hasn't eaten much for the last few days. She needs to eat an actual meal but, she's so fragile right now and I don't want to make it worse.
"Scarlett, do you think you can eat something today?"

"No"

"Ok that's fine. Are you going to school tomorrow?"

"No"

"Ok, I'll email your teachers saying that your sick. Come on, you should lay in bed not the floor"

"I don't deserve a bed"

"Yes you do Scarlett"

She stood up and started walking to the door.
"Where are you going?"

"To get a knife since you won't do it for me"
She walked out the door and I quickly followed her. In the hallway I grabbed her and turned her around. "Scar, I'm not gonna let you kill yourself"

"Fine then I'll just cut"

"I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself at all"

She looked numb now. When I looked into her eyes there was no sadness or anger or anything. Just empty.

"Let go of me"

"Scar-

"I SAID LET GO OF ME!!"

I let her go and she kept walking towards the kitchen so I grabbed her again. "Amy! Call Ms. Diane!"