I've isolated myself in my room. I knew that my father did something he'd regret soon enough. He released the person I dreaded the most. The vindictive and unruly person I was when I dated Kaleb. I was so pissed off at Mason when I found out he was a juvenile delinquent because I thought that he'd make me relapse into the person I was.

But my father did that.

I wouldn't leave my room for the past week. Despite my mother begging me to let her in, despite her leaving food at my door and pleading with me to eat up. . .I haven't left.

The only things I've been eating for the past week were nutrition bars and chocolate. The griping of my stomach was the only thing that motivated me to eat.

I've snuck out of my room in the middle of the night to get a snack, I've even been caught by Mason a few times but we've never spoken since that day.

The day he found me having a mental breakdown after I destroyed my entire room. He managed to calm me down and talk me out of my rampage state. But yet still I couldn't find it in me to accept him.

From what I've heard over the week, Mason's still dating Kayla and now he's on the football team. That's to show you how much of an ass he is and why I can't stand being in the same room as him.

Other than the whole Mason thing, I haven't spoken to Brandon at all, well I mean since I practically smashed my phone with a bat. He might think his girlfriend of one day already ditched him.

Now I feel terrible.

I slumped down onto the floor and groaned when my boobs began aching from the hard impact I inflicted on myself. I pushed myself off the floor using my hands and swayed left to right, my head feeling dizzy and my stomach griping, begging me for food and not the piece of shit I've been eating lately.

I walked into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. Touching the spot on my face where a week ago my father's hand imprinted.

Without thinking twice about what I'm about to do, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet and stared down at it with teary eyes.

For the past few days, all I've been doing is crying and yet still my tear ducts won't run dry because there are a thousand things that I can think of which would send me into a crying fit.

I raised the scissors and gripped a handful of my hair and began to chop away at my hair.

I watched my hair fall to the floor in chunks and I immediately thought of my life and how it was falling apart- much like my life.

When I was done I placed the scissors in the sink and stared blankly at my shoulder-length hair.

Despite all the rage I had boiling up in me as I chopped it in chunks, I still managed to make myself look human.

I removed my clothes and slipped into the shower.

Whenever I felt like I was falling apart I'd make myself feel the icy water freeze the insides of my body.

Because I have no more space to feel pain, no more space to go crazy over something that's irrelevant but at the same time relevant in my life. I could feel my bones aching and screaming, pleading with me to make the freezing stop, but I won't.

The screaming.

The pleading.

The aching.

That's how I feel every day of my life, so why does my body have to be free when my soul isn't? It'll just have to feel my pain but little does it know that my soul is taking the most heartache.

After bathing myself, I slipped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel. I strolled towards my closet and retrieved a fully black outfit. Black crop top, black skirt and black boots. Why? Because today I've finally let my dark side come out.

And I needed to show it.

I stared at myself reflection in the mirror and chuckled humorlessly.

After I was done my makeup, I grabbed my bag and tumbled out of my room and down the stairs. From the foyer, I could hear my parents laughing and the muffled voice of Mason speaking.

I rolled my eyes and sauntered into the kitchen.

The room suddenly fell into silence until my mother gasped as her eyes flickered to my hair, "what did you do to your hair?" She cried out and brushed her hand away gently as her pain struck eyes assessed my face.

"Who gave you the permission to cut your hair, Michelle?" My father asked, "last time I checked you still live under my house and you're at an age where you don't have the right to do things without our permission, so kindly go fix your hair, this does not suit you."

I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed, "you don't tell me what to do and what not to do with my own body." I spat and his eyes widened in shock before a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Michelle. . . don't." Mason sighed and I flickered my eyes towards him. "Oh Mason I heard you joined the football team congrats, oh and how's Kayla? still a blood-sucking, backstabbing whore?" I inquired and another gasp escaped my mother's lips.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, "what is wrong with you today?"

Is she for real right now!?

"Oh I don't know mom, maybe your asswipe of a husband slapped me right across my face after accusing me of killing his daughter and maybe because Mason, someone I was beginning to trust purposely sought out to HURT me when I've never done anything to him, MAYBE I'M TIRED OF PEOPLE WALKING OVER ME!"

"Michelle! Do not raise your voice at your mother!" My father boomed and I chuckled as I flickered my eyes towards him.

"You know what," I chuckled humourlessly. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it as I narrowed my eyes at my father then Mason.

"Screw all of you."

With that I pivoted on my heels and exited the kitchen, slamming the door on my way out, but I didn't miss my father's angry voice booming from behind me.

"That bitch, I want her out of this house now. . .I've had enough of her!"

•••

I pulled up next to the small corner store and peered up at the sign that read; 'Ruby's Drug Market'. I was in the sketchy part of town, the part no one dared to entire, a place littered with drug addicts and criminals. . .gangs. I wasn't supposed to be here but this isn't my first rodeo.

I needed to get some sleeping pills and the only place that sells the really strong ones which actually works is here.

There isn't any store in Washington DC which sells these sleeping pills which actually freaking work because apparently they're too strong and one wrong move it'll only take a second to kill you.

But what did I care?

I could die right now and I wouldn't care.

I pulled my key out of the ignition and stepped out of my car, making sure that I double-checked my surroundings before locking it and crossing the street.

I didn't miss the few curious glances I got from passerby's probably wondering what a White was doing here.

But I'm sure these people know about me.

This isn't the first time I've been here and I'm not talking about only for pills.

I walked into the small shop and the wood creaked beneath my feet as I shuffled forward. A gust of dust and the intoxicating smell of nicotine wafted over my face and I coughed in disgust as I shut the door behind me.

"Michelle, back again!" Ruby shouted from behind the counter.

A smile stretched across my face as I took long strides towards the fat old man with a beard so long I could mistake him for Rapunzel.

"Mr. Ruby." I mumbled as I stopped in front of him. "Back for the usual?" He winked as he bent over with a grunt, probably fetching my illegal pills.

"Here you go." He mumbled, dropping two bottles of pills on the counter and raising his head with a huge smile. "How are you dear?" He asked as he placed the bottles in a small paper bag. "I'm fine, just a little snappy these days, can't sleep, can't eat." I shrugged nonchalantly.

He nodded his head and kept his gaze locked on something in his pouch. "Sweetheart you got any change, I don't have." He gave me a nervous smile.

I placed two hundred on the counter and smiled as I told him to keep the change. "Woah that's a lot, Michelle I can't accept this!" He chuckled as he pushed a hundred away.

"No Mr. Ruby take it, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be having a good night's sleep so keep it, you earned it," I said as I placed the money in his hands and curled his fingers around it.

"Thank you, my dear, you are the only sensible person in your family, God will bless you, my child," he croaked out and I nodded my head with a small smile and thanked him for the pills again before exiting the store and rushing to my car before anyone could ambush me.

I did say it was a sketchy part of Washington.

I hopped into my car, slammed the door shut quickly and pushed my keys in the ignition.

But before I could move I felt something cold and sharp press into my neck. My body suddenly seized as I heard someone shuffle from the back. I shivered in fear and flickered my eyes shut as they leaned their face beside mine then grazed their teeth against my ear.

What the hell do I do!?

Is this the day I die?

"Dollface."

A moment of silence passed between us and I snapped my eyes open at the sound of his voice.

"What the hell Mason!" I snapped when he removed the knife from my neck. He let out a throaty chuckle and I whipped my head in his direction, gritting my teeth in anger. "You asshole, why would you do something like that?" I cried out.

He rolled his eyes and climbed over to the passenger seat, slumping down next to me with a huff.

"You're lucky it's only me and not some horny asshole looking for some White money," he grunted.

"How the hell would you know if someone was out to get me?!" I asked. He tilted his head and smiled sarcastically before pointing ahead of him. "When you left I saw a hobo looking guy scoot behind your car, a knife in one hand a gun in the other. So, baby, your guts would have been blown out if it wasn't for me," he winked.

Well damn, thanks Mason, that was so comforting.

He puckered up his lips and gestured towards them. "Now kiss me for saving your life."

I shuddered in disgust and slapped my hand against his lips to shove him away but something wet swiped against my palm and I gagged as I pulled my hand back.

"You licked me!"

He smirked playfully and sighed, "if your hands taste this sweet I wonder what your–" his eyes trailed down towards my thighs and he let out a rather animalistic noise "–taste like."

"Shut up, that's disgusting!"

Even though I tried to kick him out of my car he wouldn't leave so I had no choice but to leave with him beside me.

I could see him smirking from beside me and the entire ride went like that. I would occasionally sneak glances at him, only realizing each time that he was already looking at me.

Sometimes his mind appeared to be far like he was solving a puzzle and trying to figure something out and other times he'd just smile as if he'd just seen the most beautiful thing ever.

His hands fell onto my thighs and he lightly caressed it.

I let out a shaky breath and kept both my hands on the steering wheel as we drove home. Mason has no idea what the hell he does to me.