WARNING: This chapter contains graphic content that may trigger some audiences. Please do not attempt anything mentioned in this chapter. Read at your own risk. You have been warned.

Monday, February 25th

I wake up, and go into the bathroom. I use the bathroom and brush my teeth. I take a shower. I put on a black skirt and the pantyhose that Belle never took back. I put on a black tank top and a gray school sweater over it. I put on some black flats. I put on some dark brown eyeshadow, some mascara, and some chapstick. I brush out my hair and put it into a side ponytail.

AT SCHOOL

For some reason, I'm nervous all day. Marcus must notice this, because he sits beside me in each class. I force myself to eat lunch.

CLUBS

I say goodbye to Marcus in the hallway. He was going to the writing club, and I was going to Drama.

"Guys," the club leader announces.

"We will be doing a play!"

Some people cheer. I do nothing.

"It's about a girl. She doesn't talk often. Everyone is scared of her because she walks around with a mean glare. A group of 3 boys decide to bother her to see why she's so mean. They become her enemies. The boys hire a girl to annoy her. The mean girl fights the other girl. The mean girl wins. Now, a bunch of people hate her. But one guy doesn't care about any of the drama. The mean girl, Tessa, is her name, doesn't care that people don't like her. She runs into the dude who doesn't care, his name is Tyler. She bumps into Tyler, and punches him in the face. He finds it interesting how mean she is. They are partnered together in a project at school and they get close. Tessa still despises Tyler, but Tyler learns information about Tessa. Tessa and Tyler get close, and share a kiss. They decide to run away from their horrible lives; Tyler lives on his own with a drunk mom, and Tessa lives by herself. No one lives with her. She has no energy to clean and she can't cook. Her dad is a bad person who still wants to get in contact with her. So they both have bad lives. They decide to run away together, but Tyler changes his mind. Tessa is faced with the decision on whether she should stay or run, and she decides to stay with him, and they live happily ever after." She explains.

I immediately wanted to be Tessa.

"So, raise your hand if you plan to audition."

Before I can think too hard about it, I shoot my hand up. Eight people are trying out for Tessa, five for Tyler, four for the girl Tessa fights, six for the three guys who bother Tessa, and some of the other people are either undecided, or they want to play an extra. Or a less major character.

I want to be Tessa. I like Tessa.

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After school was over, I walked home. I enter the house and my dad is on the phone yelling.

"Whatever! I don't care! When you decide to stop being stupid and naive, than you can send me a text message, but for now, screw off!"

I hear yelling on the other end. I stare, not knowing if I should make a run for it or..?

He angrily hangs up the phone, and stomps over to me. He points at me.

"You! You're the reason she did this."

What the actual hell is he even talking about?

"You're the reason Belle ended things with me!" He yells, his finger shaking and waving in my face, his eyes showing obvious anger.

"Or she just realized you were an old jerk who doesn't deserve a beautiful young woman." I snap.

He pushes me to the ground.

"You shut the hell up!" He says.

He kicks me in the stomach multiple times. I groan in pain. He lifts me up by my shoulder.

"Why couldn't you have died?" He screams into my ear.

"I wish you were dead! I just want you out of my life." He says, hitting me upside the head.

"If you weren't here, my life would be fine, but you just have to ruin everything." He says, punching me in the lip.

"I'm moving out when I turn 18, anyways." I say strongly, despite the rapid tears falling down my face.

"You must want your ass beat, little girl." He yells.

He punches me in the face, I try to cover my face but fail miserably. I try to get away but he grabs me by my arm, and throws me into the table. He punches me in the face many more times, before grabbing my shirt and throwing me to the floor.

He stomps up the stairs into his room. I sit on the floor. I feel the warm blood on my face, the throbbing pain in my back and side from being thrown into the table, and the burn of the salty tears leaking onto my busted lips. I run up to my room and grab my backpack. I dump everything out of it and grab my box cutter. I take it and sit against my bed. I take off my paints. I then drag it across the skin on my right thigh. Multiple times. Not too deep, but enough. Not nearly enough to kill me, but enough for me to feel physical pain. I should've taken the emergency blood addiction medicine. But I resorted to using my box cutter. I watch as the blood comes out of the cuts as the sharp blade of the box cutter drags across my thigh. I sigh in relief. Why am I addicted to blood? Why am I insane? I also cut just now because I felt like I deserved the pain. My phone begins to ring. It's a number. A certain number..

It looks familiar.

Could it be..?

It is.

It's my moms old number.

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a/n: I struggled picking a title for this chapter. It was either gonna be "Momma's Calling" or "Breathe deep, cut deeper".

I wanna make a story called "Breathe Deep, Cut Deeper" But i have no clue what it would be about.

So it probably won't happen lol.

Hope you enjoyed this sad chapter :(

love u, stay strong ❤️