"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

Taylor was always her twin sisters, Trinity's, shadow. Trinity got the guy, the friends, and the spot light. Leaving Taylor feeling empty and second best. One night after catching Trinity hooking up with her crush she finds herself in her own hook up. Confused and scared she pulls away at the last minute only to be told how she's nothing like Trinity. Angered by the words she's desperate to find a way to seperate herself from Trinity. Taylor turns to cutting and becomes addicted fast. But with help From Marc, a hottie who has had his eyes on her from the frist day they met, she begins to heal. Is Marc the cure she's been waiting for? The break she needs in her life?