Shattered
Prologue
Prologue
I sat on the cold, dark bathroom floor, thinking about my past that kept on haunting me. No matter how much I tried to forget about it, my past kept on crawling back in my dreams, no not dreams, in my nightmares, causing me to wake up crying and trembling. Every night was another sleepless, torturous night. Every day another piece of me died, not like there was anything left of me; but, it was living the pain over and over again. The only thing that helps me is this sharp, shiny razor that lies in front of me.
I picked up the metal razor and brought it in contact with my skin, causing me to shudder a little. Slowly moving it across my skin, I made a cut across my wrist. I watched as the blood flowed out of my wrist. I repeated the process a several times, and finally stopped after making four cuts on my wrist. I looked at the cuts smiling, feeling satisfied. I know, I know what you’re thinking. How could someone smile at their pain, how can someone feel satisfied at their pain? I did. This gave me this weird comfort, this weird happiness. Go ahead judge me, call me emo or a freak; nothing anyone say can hurt me anymore. I’ve been hurt too much to let stupid things like this hurt anymore.
I heard a loud knock on the bathroom door.
“Effy hurry up. You’re going to be late for school.” Julia, or my foster mom, screamed.
School, another thing that I hate. The only reason I went to school was so I could distract myself, or else I don’t know what I would do all day. Also, I need a good job, so I could support myself after I’m out of this foster home, which is going to be in a year. The constant bullying I could handle, the bullying wasn’t so bad, most of the time I was invisible and I liked it like that.
“Coming, just give me a few.”
“Just hurry up.” After that I heard footsteps walking out of the room.
I quickly stopped the blood with the towel that I hid in the bathroom counter. This time I didn’t cut as deep so the blood stopped more quickly. I washed the blood under warm water. After cleaning that up I changed into I Love New York Tank, maternity ankle leggings, and a bunch of bracelets to cover up the cuts. I looked in the mirror, to see that my face looked horrific, with dark circles, and red puffy eyes from crying. I put concealer on cover to cover the dark circle and black eyeliner which brought out my blue eyes. Not really pleased with how I looked, I’m never pleased with how I look; I took my bag and walked downstairs into the kitchen.
“Hey Effy, had a goodnight sleep.”
“Yeah, slept like a little baby.” I lied through my tittering teeth. She never caught my lies. She thinks I’m better since I came back from the rehab. I was better than before, but not fully recovered.
Julia placed a toast and orange juice in front of me. I quickly devoured the toast and drank the orange juice.
“Bye, I’ll be late.” I looked down at my watch. It was 6:45. Luckily the school was on a walking distance, it was only fifteen minutes away. I stepped out of the house and started walking in the direction of the school. I liked walking to school, I don’t know why I just did.
“Hey.” I heard a deep voice behind me, causing me to stop right there.
I sat on the cold, dark bathroom floor, thinking about my past that kept on haunting me. No matter how much I tried to forget about it, my past kept on crawling back in my dreams, no not dreams, in my nightmares, causing me to wake up crying and trembling. Every night was another sleepless, torturous night. Every day another piece of me died, not like there was anything left of me; but, it was living the pain over and over again. The only thing that helps me is this sharp, shiny razor that lies in front of me.
I picked up the metal razor and brought it in contact with my skin, causing me to shudder a little. Slowly moving it across my skin, I made a cut across my wrist. I watched as the blood flowed out of my wrist. I repeated the process a several times, and finally stopped after making four cuts on my wrist. I looked at the cuts smiling, feeling satisfied. I know, I know what you’re thinking. How could someone smile at their pain, how can someone feel satisfied at their pain? I did. This gave me this weird comfort, this weird happiness. Go ahead judge me, call me emo or a freak; nothing anyone say can hurt me anymore. I’ve been hurt too much to let stupid things like this hurt anymore.
I heard a loud knock on the bathroom door.
“Effy hurry up. You’re going to be late for school.” Julia, or my foster mom, screamed.
School, another thing that I hate. The only reason I went to school was so I could distract myself, or else I don’t know what I would do all day. Also, I need a good job, so I could support myself after I’m out of this foster home, which is going to be in a year. The constant bullying I could handle, the bullying wasn’t so bad, most of the time I was invisible and I liked it like that.
“Coming, just give me a few.”
“Just hurry up.” After that I heard footsteps walking out of the room.
I quickly stopped the blood with the towel that I hid in the bathroom counter. This time I didn’t cut as deep so the blood stopped more quickly. I washed the blood under warm water. After cleaning that up I changed into I Love New York Tank, maternity ankle leggings, and a bunch of bracelets to cover up the cuts. I looked in the mirror, to see that my face looked horrific, with dark circles, and red puffy eyes from crying. I put concealer on cover to cover the dark circle and black eyeliner which brought out my blue eyes. Not really pleased with how I looked, I’m never pleased with how I look; I took my bag and walked downstairs into the kitchen.
“Hey Effy, had a goodnight sleep.”
“Yeah, slept like a little baby.” I lied through my tittering teeth. She never caught my lies. She thinks I’m better since I came back from the rehab. I was better than before, but not fully recovered.
Julia placed a toast and orange juice in front of me. I quickly devoured the toast and drank the orange juice.
“Bye, I’ll be late.” I looked down at my watch. It was 6:45. Luckily the school was on a walking distance, it was only fifteen minutes away. I stepped out of the house and started walking in the direction of the school. I liked walking to school, I don’t know why I just did.
“Hey.” I heard a deep voice behind me, causing me to stop right there.
Notes
It's short but the chapters will be longer. I'll add the character protrayal later Hope you guys enjoy!Rate, comment, and vote please.
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-MS
6/7/13