Shell

Chapter One- Shattered

I woke up with a gasp. When I looked around I didn't recognize any of my surrounds. Fear sliced through me like a dagger. "Hello?" I tried to remember how I ended up in this situation but I had no recollection of the night before. The walls around me were a pale cream color, it smelled like some sort of hospital.

I sat in the dark room alone with my thoughts, I should probably run or something but I stayed.

"Charlie?!" My mom burst into the room with her new boyfriend. I think his name is Tom, but theres a new one every week and i've given up on keeping track. "Hey mom" I give a little half-wave and a jolt of pain runs through my arm. I wince and look down, red lines cross across my wrist. A few are held together by neat rows of stitches. My mom sees me looking at them and she takes my other hand. "I know honey, but don't worry we are going to send you to a nice place in-" I snatched my hand away. "You are giving up on me that quick!" I blinked away tears, "please mom don't send me away again". She looked up at the Tom dude and they seemed to have a conversation with their eyes "don't be shy share with the group" I muttered under my breath.

My mother looked at me and smiled "fine, you can stay at home with us on one condition" I roll my eyes "yeah whatever" she looks stern. "Charlie, you need to get clean" My mouth dropped open. My mom of all people knew what had happened and how much I was struggling. She couldn't just expect me to get clean with a snap of her fingers.

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My eyes raced the droplets down the window on the way home. Tom got shotgun, well I learned his name is actually Brian. He still looks like a Tom. We pulled into the driveway and I could feel the disappointment radiating from my mom. I still have no idea what had happened the night before. I was the first one out of the car and I quickly walked to my room. The faster I got away, the less conversation would be had. The door clicked shut and I looked at me room. It was a mess, a broken vase with blood on it lay on my bed. I guess I knew what happened.

My bed hugged me as I flopped into it. The pictures of the happy girl I didn't recognize anymore seemed to stare at me. God what happened to me...

(A/N ily guys and all the support would be greatly appreciated. I hope you know that every single one of you matters)