Stacy's POV
My dad left and went home. It was the worst day ever.
" Hey,Stacy." Zack said.
" Oh hey Zack" I said as we walking to the car.
" Why do you cut yourself?" He asked. How did he know? What did he see?
" How do you know?" I aksed whispering
"Because no one in the house that says "Stay's Suicidal Knife" He answered. Oh my god. When we got to the car Jack sat in the back with me. He held my hand
" Don't worry. You'll be ok. She have me." Jack said smiling.
" I know. I smiled anput my head on his shoulder. I just really wanted to go to bed. Jack's shoulder would do but I didn't want to fall aslee in a van..while Alex was driving. When we got back to teh house I went upstairs and chnaged into a old shirt and sweats. I deicided to go to bed at 8:00. I deiced to get a pieace of bread and a drink from stiars for dinner. I didn't really want to eat anything. I felt nausea. After i ate and drank i went upstiar and went to bed. A couple of hours later I could hear Jack come in.
