scars (Aaron carpenter)

1.

I entered my house an threw my bag on the floor as I ran upstairs to my room. By this point tears were flowing like a waterfall. I usually never cry, I guess i just broke.

I bumped into my older brother on the way up but kept running, even when he started screaming my name and I knew he was chasing me. He's always been there for me and I love him for that, but I just wish he wasn't. It would be easier to leave if he didn't care so much.

I ran into my bedroom and straight into my connected bathroom. I quickly twisted the knob to lock the door.

There was blood dripping off my hand from where I was gripping the new razor tightly that I got today. The pain was sharp but it wasn't awful. It felt how it usually did. I've come so accustomed to doing this that it doesn't feel weird or painful anymore.

I grabbed my phone an clicked on my twitter app. Yes, I have twitter. I might get bullied but I don't live under a rock, I'm a teenage girl. And I have celebrity crushes. I may be ugly and have absolutely no chance, but it doesn't hurt to have a little hope, right?

I looked at my followers and saw I had none. This reminded me that no one cares. Then scrolled through all my mentions. insult, after insult flying on the screen.

I took the razor into my other hand and pressed it against the skin of my left wrist.

"You deserve this." I whispered looking at myself in the mirror.

I slowly dragged the razor across my skin and blood came flowing down.

I gritted my teeth in pain as I did a second slit and a third.

Once I heard banging at the door I dropped the razor and grabbed a hand towel to clean up my blood.

"Chloe open this damn door!" My brother screamed banging on the door.

I quickly slid all my bracelets on trying to make sure they didn't touch the cuts.

"I swear to fuc-" I cut him off by opening the door and walking over to my bed.

I jumped onto my bed and just laid there staring at my ceiling. I could hear footsteps which told me brad- my older brother was walking over to me.

"What happened this time?" He whispered sitting next to me.

He knew me so well. He knew every time I'm upset and he even knew when I was cutting.

"Just like everyday, except this time they gave me something." I cried hugging onto brads chest.

"What did they give you?" Brad asked pulling me away so he could look me in the eyes.

"A new razor." I whispered.

"God help me, you did not keep it!" brad said with concern.

When I didn't say anything and I just looked down at my hands he knew I kept it.

He quickly stood up and walked to my bathroom. I got up behind him and followed him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled as I saw him shuffling through my stuff

"Where the fuck is it, Chloe?!" He screamed still shuffling.

"God dammit brad! I need it!" I yelled making him stop and turn to me.

"Damn it! Know you don't! It's just another scar ever single day!" He yelled before turning back.

I knew he was right. I'm just adding more an more scars to my skin. But I do deserve and need it.

Once I saw him stop searching and a smile appeared on his face I knew exactly why.

He found my razors.

"Put those down, now!!" I screamed as I pointed to my razors.

"No can do sis!" He smiled as he walked pass me.

"Dick head! Give them back!" I tried to take them but he held them above his head.

You see the thing is, he's really tall for his age he is 19 and he is 6 foot 5. I'm 18 and only 5 foot 5 so I get called short a lot.

He then ran outside with my razors gripped in his hands. I followed behind without putting any shoes on.

Good thing it's spring.

He then made a stop at the bridge. He leaned over and before I could stop him he threw the razors into the water.

"From now on you will live without those!" Brad promised and he walked back to our house.

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YEAH I KNOW IT'S REALLY BORING! IT IS ONLY CHAPTER ONE, THE FIRST CHAPTERS ARE ALWAYS BORING AS HELL I KNOW!

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