What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

Chapter Eight : True Happiness

Laying in my bed.

There I was.

Sad and alone at home.

Wishing things could be better.

Wishing things could've worked.

A least I get a whole month to myself.

Without Austin.

Without Melanie.

Just without the drama.

But now with all this free time I've started cutting again.

Just crying in the bathroom.

Cutting my wrist.

Now that Austin's gone there's no one to help me with my problem.

I'm all on my own.

I pull out my arm from underneath the sheets.

Seeing my wrist.

All the scars left.

From pain.

From depression.

This is my only way out.

I feel bad every time I do it.

But I just can't stop.

If my mother knew about this she would freak.

That's why I've been trying my hardest not to let it show.

Not to reveal my painful scars.

I sighed.

It feels as if I've been dead for a whole month.

I haven't gone out once.

Only stuck in this room and every once in a while I'll stay downstairs with my mom.

I've been stuck in this dark house.

Not letting any light in.

Surprisingly enough Austin actually called me once.

I didn't bother to pick up though.

It would have only made things worse.

I sighed again.

Looking over at my clock.

3:15 pm it said.

My mom should be getting home soon.

I got out of bed.

Heading for the bathroom.

Washing my face off.

As I did I looked into the mirror.

Staring at my reflexion.

I was ugly and always will be.

I don't know what Austin saw in me.

No other guy will love me and that's a sure fact.

I just wish I could be pretty.

I wish guys could fall head over heals for me like how they did for Melanie.

Could I honestly say I was jealous of her?

Probably yea.

I mean she had the guys drooling over her.

And she also had what I wanted the most.

Austin.

Urg I really need to get over him.

I walked out the bathroom.