*Swear alert*
Oh shit. Ayesha was standing at the door. Of course she is! She's always there. Why does she always arrive at the right time?! I silently panicked. "Hope, is that even you? WHAT IS THIS?!" She started screaming. I looked around me. I saw blood, just blood. So much blood. I was so blind. I didn't even realise how much damage I had done. "WOW. HOPE. I-" Ayesha started, "I don't even know what to say..." she ended, falling onto the floor. I just sat there. Staring at her. She was blaming herself, I could see the pain in her Hazel eyes.
Pain. I know pain. Correction: I knew pain. Now everything's the same dull cycle. I laugh at myself sometimes. What am I doing? Why so much hate...? Instead of working hard towards myself, I'm harming myself. And others. Just so much hate, and it was reflected on the people who tried to help me. Even though, now, I've hurt another person I don't want to stop. It's like an addiction. Worse than drugs, alcohol or smoking, it eats you up, but not slowly. Before you know it you're draining yourself in blood, hate and tears. I don't want to stop though! I can't! I just... I can't.
After a long, painful, silence Ayesha stood up and unravelled her headscarf. She walked to the closet and stuffed it in. It was still hanging out of the drawer but she didn't seem to care. She untied her hair, letting down her short blonde hair. It went down just below her shoulders. She was so skinny. Not too skinny though, like not skin and bones. I looked up at her face, wondering what she was about to do. She didn't look at me. She- she was giving me the cold shoulder. A tear trickled down her perfect face. At the same time, a tear trickled down mine. What have I done? Ayesha exhaled sharply. "Why though... Hope...?" She whispered. I tried to speak but words didn't come out. I struggled for a few long seconds and then, "Hate," I whispered back. By now I was bawling my eyes out and my chest was closing up so my breath was quick and sharp. We both went together on sat and the bed. I was bawling and she was hurt. What now?
🍪That's it for this chapter! Next chapter coming out late next month~🍪
~Bicit~
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but from now on, I'll be publishing on this account. Anyways, have a good one guys!
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The vicious cycle- Unbroken
Teen FictionHope Woods suffers from various mental health disorders, this book talks about how she got into the cycle, what happened in it and how she got out of it... or didn't.