Cuts

Chapter one: broken hearts

~Paige's pov~

October,9th,2012 I read on my moms head stone. I'm in the grave yard with my father. He's gone nearly insane, alcohol is now his only happiness that and yelling at inanimate objects. I just keep cutting. As I always have. I've now found out that razor blades cut to deep so instead I use an exacto knife I bought about a year ago claiming it was for art class. I still have a few razor blades for those times when I really wanna die. My dad never noticed the cuts. My mom did but left it alone thinking it would go away, it won't. Now that she's dead I defiantly won't stop. When I feel stressed I go look at my previous cuts making sure there closed so I can paint yet anther pretty picture with my knife. My real dad died before I was born. I never met him. My mom was always so happy and cooking. Nowadays my dad cooks nothing I cook and my dad drinks. It's almost been 3 years since my moms death were here at the graveyard for the anniversary of her death. Its October 9th 2014. My dad is laying on the ground talking to the ground. "Dad we gotta go now" I say to my dad."oh grass please bring me my wife back" he screams at the ground. "Stop dad we've got to go!" We eventually leave after my dad finishes cussing out the grass for not brining my mom back. You guys are probably having a what the fuck moment. I know he's a psychopath. We return home and I go to my room to lock myself away from my dad. He's currently yelling at the chair my mom used to sit in. He's saying that the chair needs to stop looking at him weird. I pull out my phone and put in my headphones and being listening to music loud enough so I can't hear my dad screaming. I fall asleep to my moms favorite song, Jesus take the wheel by carrie underwood.