~Chapter 1~
This is a story about a girl that i'm writing, please pm me your thuoghts and suggestions to this story, and yes it can be good or bad opinions
....."I asked you who the hell is Tammy?!" "None of your business get off my back!". Scarlett stood in front of the mirror listening to the yells of her parents she had heard so many times before. She looked down "Maybe i should end it, right here, right nowJust fill up the tub with water and take those pills from the bottles then drink it down with the flask and lay in the tub..be out like a light and i will never have to wake to this nightmare i have to call life...". Scarlett sat on the toilet, she couldn't do it, she couldn't take the pills in fear she'll die painfully. Or worse, the paramedics come and get her then save her life..She took the flask that held the tequila and drank some of it.
.....She made a face, after all she was only 16 & drinking this for the first time. She picked up the razor blade then lifted up her long sleeve that now showed so many cutting scars on her wrist. This was her way of escaping the sadness, the horrid life she lives this was her rescurer, pain was her savior.
.....One swift flick of her hand & her wrist was now bleeding. She leaned back and held her wrist over the water of the sink so she doesn't stain anything, doesn't leave any evidence
.....Blood dripped into the sink full of water & slowly it turned into a weird pink, the pink that you could only get from blood mixing with water.
.....She closed her eyes as the screaming grew louder & let the painful sting of the cut take her away from all of this misery
.....Scarlett opened her eyes, she no longer felt the blood slide down her arm and drip into the water. She looked at it and sighed, the wound had stopped the bleeding itself. Sophie heard now "Fine! I'm going out to Mel's" her father grumbled as he started to walk out to go to the bar. "Leave just like you always do!". Scarlett could hear her mother's cries but it grew muffled. She figured her mother went into her and her father's room and was laying face down in the pillow crying, she was trying to cover it up, it didn't work, never did.
..... Scarlett looked at the clock and it read 1:27 a.m. She stood up, hid the flask, put the pills back, and then hid the razor in it's usual spot, behind the toilet. She walked quietly into her room so her mother didn't know she was awake and had heard the yelling. Scarlett closed the door to her small room. She put on her simple nightgown she wears to bed and tried her hardest to fall asleep since it was Sunday and she had school. Her work paid off and she fell asleep.
.....She made a face, after all she was only 16 & drinking this for the first time. She picked up the razor blade then lifted up her long sleeve that now showed so many cutting scars on her wrist. This was her way of escaping the sadness, the horrid life she lives this was her rescurer, pain was her savior.
.....One swift flick of her hand & her wrist was now bleeding. She leaned back and held her wrist over the water of the sink so she doesn't stain anything, doesn't leave any evidence
.....Blood dripped into the sink full of water & slowly it turned into a weird pink, the pink that you could only get from blood mixing with water.
.....She closed her eyes as the screaming grew louder & let the painful sting of the cut take her away from all of this misery
.....Scarlett opened her eyes, she no longer felt the blood slide down her arm and drip into the water. She looked at it and sighed, the wound had stopped the bleeding itself. Sophie heard now "Fine! I'm going out to Mel's" her father grumbled as he started to walk out to go to the bar. "Leave just like you always do!". Scarlett could hear her mother's cries but it grew muffled. She figured her mother went into her and her father's room and was laying face down in the pillow crying, she was trying to cover it up, it didn't work, never did.
..... Scarlett looked at the clock and it read 1:27 a.m. She stood up, hid the flask, put the pills back, and then hid the razor in it's usual spot, behind the toilet. She walked quietly into her room so her mother didn't know she was awake and had heard the yelling. Scarlett closed the door to her small room. She put on her simple nightgown she wears to bed and tried her hardest to fall asleep since it was Sunday and she had school. Her work paid off and she fell asleep.
