Lock in the basement with him

Chapter 1

Today is December 24 (Christmas Eve) and I am being forced to go to some stupid party with his friends. Me and my dad are going to his friend Justin's house. It's a nice house and I have no problem with Justin it's his son I don't like. We go to the same school and we could not hate each other any more than we already do.

"Cathrine let's go!" Dad yelled from downstairs

"one more minute. Almost ready."

I was in my room getting ready I was finishing my outfit and putting some last-minute things in my bag. I'm staying at my mom's house my dad is going to drop me off after the party. (my parents are divorced) I just had to grab my meds and my purse. (i have meds because I have really bad nightmares and due to that I have panic attacks) I grab all of my stuff and headed downstairs to the car.

"You look nice," dad told me as I threw my bag in the car

"Thank you" I put my earbuds in and drown out the world and just listening to Christmas music
My outfit: first photo
My purse: second photo
My Duffle bag: Third photo

Once's get to Justin's house my dad taps me on the shoulder it takes me a sec to get out of my other world

"Hey, we're here. You ready to go in?" After I don't respond he taps my should
"You ok?" He asked me with concern lacing his voice

"Yeah" I snap out of my world "guess I just got lost in thought for a sec," I say with a reassuring smile

"You ready to go in?" He asked me one last time

"You go in, I will be there in a second," I say trying to get a second to myself to think

"Ok, I will be right inside if you need me" I only nod he places a Han on my knee and gives t a a little squeeze as to say sorry I know it's hard and it was.

This is the first Christmas my parents are not together so it is the first Christmas I will not be with my whole family together under one roof. It's not like last year's Christmas was any better my parents fought the whole time. At one point, I stood up from my chair, ran up the stairs, slammed and locked my door. My dad ran up after me and knocked and asked if I was ok; I did not answer when he knocked again I yell at him to leave me alone and with that, I heard footsteps slowly fade away. After I knew that he was gone I walked over to my desk opened the bottom drawer and in the back of that drawer was a knife and slowly slid it across my forearms and twice down my leg. I had been giving myself scars since my parents started fighting. I had a total of 27 scars all over my legs and arms and I had one scar right over my heart and if I am wearing a sports bra you can see most of it. I hear a knock on my window which snaps me out of my thoughts. I look over at the window and see him, Nathan. (Justin son) I roll my eyes and open the door.

"Yes," i say with an annoyed tone

"Your dad wanted me to come to check on you. I tried to protest but then my dad stepped in and you know how he is..." he says in the same tone but kind lightens up at the end of his sentences

"Yeah I do" I reply

Nathan and I used to be best friends when we were little our dads were always together so we practically grew up together until around the eighth grade when we had a falling out and we haven't been friends since we put up a good act in front of our parents so that they don't meddle in our life and try to bring our friendship back

"Hey, are you ok?" He says with a concerned look on his face which catches me off Guard

"Yeah, why won't I be." I say with a kinda "what the fuck do you mean" tone (it is just a really snappy tone)

"Well, it looks like you were crying," he says as he points to my face

"What?" I pulled down the blind thing on the roof of the car and open the mirror it turns out when I was thinking about the past I started to cry and now my makeup was all ruined "shit" I say as I hop out of the car shut my door and go to the trunk and grab my duffle bag. Nathan is close on my heels. 

"Are you ok?" he asks in a more serious tone

"Yeah, yeah I am fine," I say struggling to find my makeup bag

"You don't look fine"

"Well, I am so you can leave now," I say desperately trying to get rid of him

Instead of leaving, he grabs my wrist and pulls them away from my bag and closer to him. I try to pull them away but that just makes him grip them tighter. He pulls me in for a hug and I have taken aback by the action but I slowly start to fall into he hug until I am holding to him like my life depends on it like if I let go I will fall down this big pity hole of unhappy memories. After I realize what is happening I pull back and he lets go of me there is a second of awkwardness and then

"I know what happened to your family has been rough but I'm here to talk if you need me I- I know we're not close anymore but that doesn't mean we can't talk" his tone sounds really sincere he's not joking around he's serious and all I do is nod and say thank you. He grabs my makeup bag and hands it to me (turns out it was right in front of me and I ask him if he can show me to he bathroom. He say sure and we make our way into the house. 

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This booked came to me in a dream so this whole book is my dream with a little more detail