Healing The Scars
This is my problem..
Hannahs P.O.V
My eyes fluttered open. I instantly looked to the picture on my bedside table. The one of me and Jason. My brother. I picked it up and traced my index finger around his smiling face. The picture was taken two days before he died. His birthday. I felt tears prick my eyes.
It was like this everyday. I missed him more than anyone could guess. I swallowed hard and got of my bed, exposing my bare legs to the cool air. I got dressed into a pair of denim shorts, a pink t-shirt and a pair of pink converse. I put on my bracelets as I did every morning to cover my scars.
I picked up my phone to text my best friend Emily to see if she was ready to meet up. We met up every Saturday. She text me back within seconds while I was brushing my hair. I let it fall naturally in curls down past my shoulders. Now the task of getting out.
I opened my bedroom door as quietly as possible and began tip-toeing down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I got a quick glance of him. My drunk father, passed out on our couch and I felt a rush of disgust. I grabbed my keys from the windowsill and snuck out the front door. I practically sprinted to my car.
I felt safer once I had pulled out of the drive.
I met Emily at our usual place and we decided to go shopping. Emily was really the only friend I hung out with since my brother had died. She was the only one who stick around when I had begun pushing people away.
"So how are you hans?" she asked me when we sat down to have lunch. "Fine, you?" I asked back. She rolled her eyes."I wish you would talk to me" She sighed. "I am talking to you" I answered, acting clueless. She rolled her eyes again. "You know what i mean" she muttered. I shrugged. "Theres something your not telling me.. You know you can trust me, right?" She added. I nodded. "Of Course" I replied. But still, I couldnt tell her about it all. About the abuse and the cutting. Because this is my problem.. No one else's.
My eyes fluttered open. I instantly looked to the picture on my bedside table. The one of me and Jason. My brother. I picked it up and traced my index finger around his smiling face. The picture was taken two days before he died. His birthday. I felt tears prick my eyes.
It was like this everyday. I missed him more than anyone could guess. I swallowed hard and got of my bed, exposing my bare legs to the cool air. I got dressed into a pair of denim shorts, a pink t-shirt and a pair of pink converse. I put on my bracelets as I did every morning to cover my scars.
I picked up my phone to text my best friend Emily to see if she was ready to meet up. We met up every Saturday. She text me back within seconds while I was brushing my hair. I let it fall naturally in curls down past my shoulders. Now the task of getting out.
I opened my bedroom door as quietly as possible and began tip-toeing down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I got a quick glance of him. My drunk father, passed out on our couch and I felt a rush of disgust. I grabbed my keys from the windowsill and snuck out the front door. I practically sprinted to my car.
I felt safer once I had pulled out of the drive.
I met Emily at our usual place and we decided to go shopping. Emily was really the only friend I hung out with since my brother had died. She was the only one who stick around when I had begun pushing people away.
"So how are you hans?" she asked me when we sat down to have lunch. "Fine, you?" I asked back. She rolled her eyes."I wish you would talk to me" She sighed. "I am talking to you" I answered, acting clueless. She rolled her eyes again. "You know what i mean" she muttered. I shrugged. "Theres something your not telling me.. You know you can trust me, right?" She added. I nodded. "Of Course" I replied. But still, I couldnt tell her about it all. About the abuse and the cutting. Because this is my problem.. No one else's.
I ♥ this .....
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