I slumped against my bedroom door. Rough days, they said highschool was supposed to be the best years of your life. Well obviously not for me. The bitch squad saw my scars today, and just laughed. They were the reason for them. They were the reason I always cried myself to sleep. I looked at my cut up wrist. Cuts all up to my elbow on both arms. None too deep, but enough to hurt and bleed. A tear rolled down my cheek, I should just stand up to them. But I fear that if I do then I might make a fool of myself by saying something stupid.

"Lily. Are you in here?" I heard a quiet voice ask. I was lying on my bed writing an essay.

"Yes Eliza." I replied in just as quiet of a voice. The door craxked open and my sister slipped in and she quickly shut the door.

"Did you eat a snack?" She asked. She was only twelve but very mature and caring for her age. She listened to my problems and was there when my 'friends' weren't.

"No. Why?" I never really ate after I got home,one. Because I had lots of homework. Two, I wasn't hungry. Or three, I could wait for dinner. That usually meant me starving myself until dinnertime.

"Mom and Dad said we're going out for dinner."

"Okay so?"

"So? It's that new Chinese place. Ya' know? Golden Panda? Or something like that..." Eliza was more into food than I was, she could eat all she wanted, and just run it off. Prepping for the olympics.


"Cool..."

"Sis, what's wrong? You love Chinese.." She had me there. I did love Chinese food.

"Nothing..."

"Bi-! Boo please. I know when you're sad. Tell me." Eliza was weird, she never swore. She always caught herself before she did.

"They saw my scars..." Tears began to roll down my cheeks.Eliza knew who I was talking about because i had told only her about the bullies and my cutting. Eliza wrapped her arms around me. Her comforting touch making me feel better.


We sat like that for awhile until my mom knocked on the door and came in. Not really knowing to do about us. My mom didn't really know anything about what was going on. She only came home on occasion, good occasions at that. Few holidays, birthdays, time she was forced to take off. Mom was a workaholic, she loved her job and it payed great money.


"What are you two doing?" She asked, her voice stern. Her appearance lied about her personality, she was always grumpy and hated to see us hugging.

"Having a sister bonding moment." Eliza said as she stood up, facing our mom.

"Get out and get a boyfriend or something. Don't hug... ever." My mom was always like that. She never gave us hugs, I swear she's homophobic... Dad said she hated that she had girls and that he always changed the diapers.

"Don't you want us to have a good sister relationship?" I asked standing up.

"No. That's what boys are for."

"Get out of my room." I said pointing to the door.

"Fine. And your father said that we're hoing to that new restaurant. If you're coming then let's go." She turned and left.


"Well then..." I muttered and I turned to Eliza wjo had a funny grin on her face. "What?" I asked. She continued to grin, opening her mouth slowly.

"I.......I'll race you downstairs." She yelled as she bolted out the door. I shook my head and chased after her. I caught up and easily eased past her. We ran down the stair, past our mom and out the door.

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