Lyra's POV
"Hey babe." Jason said, wrapping his arms around my slender waist.
"Hey Jason." I replied. I softly removed myself from his grasp. "Stop that. You know we're not an item." His glare was menacing and cruel.
One. I thought to myself. I turned and stalked off, knowing Jason would be pissed. I started shaking, almost imperceptibly. What if he hit me again? I gingerly traced my fingertips over my cheekbone, wincing as I touched the terrible bruises that were lying in wait for me, hidden by my hair. Why couldn't he just take the hint? Maybe I was sending the wrong message. Two.
I quickly walked home, constantly looking over my shoulder for Jason and his posse. I collapsed with relief as soon as I bolted my front door behind me. I realized that I was shaking so hard I could hardly stand.
"Lyra?" My mom emerged from the kitchen, hurrying over to my side the second she noticed that I was on the floor. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah." I lied. "I'm just really tired." Three. I hated lying to her, but if she figured out the truth it would be hell for everyone involved.
I shot up to my room like a bullet, locking the bathroom door. I frantically rummaged throughout the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I slowly stood up straight, staring down at the knife in my hand. Three. That was the most I'd had in months. This was going to hurt. Yesterday's scars had barely scabbed over. I turned on my stereo, turning to In The End by Black Veil Brides and cranking the volume up as high as it would go. Then I started cutting. I stripped down to my bra and panties, leaving my clothes lying in a heap on my floor. I held the blade to my right hip and sucked a deep breath into my lungs. I dragged it across the skin, pressing hard. The knife left a mesmerizing trail of red blood in its wake. I did it two more times, my vision blurring more and more with each drop of blood that slowly made its way down to the white tile floor. The tears overflowed silently as I cut myself three times on my other hip and then on each shoulder. I deserve this. I am a failure and a liar and a prude. I just want to die. I let myself bleed until the cuts finally scabbed over. I stared at myself in the full length mirror and sobbed in horror at what I saw. I was so skinny that my ribs were starting to stick out, and my shoulders and hips were far from perfect. They were covered in scars. I wanted to take that blade and draw a line down both my wrists, but that was the easy way out.

Izzy's POV
I looked up and saw Lyra coming down for dinner. She had changed her outfit. Now she was wearing a loose fitting T-shirt and leggings. I hung my head in sorrow. She had obviously been cutting. I was the only person she had ever told. She had been doing it for two years, ever since she was thirteen. Her hips and shoulders probably looked like someone had attacked them with a meat shredder since she didn't cut anywhere else.
"Hey kid." She hugged me tightly, regret and shame burning in her silver eyes. She was addicted to that knife. At first she had done it only as punishment, but then she hadn't been able to stop. I didn't know what to do, but she had made me swear on my life that I would never tell a soul. So I didn't. I only hoped that we wouldn't find her with her wrists cut one of these days. It was getting worse. After what Jason and everyone at school had been doing to her, she had been cutting more than ever. It was every day now instead of just once a week. I hadn't seen her eat in nearly two weeks. She must be starving. She needed a hero now more than ever.

Lyra's POV
It hurt to see Izzy looking at me like that. She looked betrayed. I wanted to apologize, but my parents were in the room. I hoped that she would forgive me. I tugged a piece of my jet black hair and slowly filled up my plate with pasta and a slice of pizza. I knew that I would just purge it all later, but I didn't like to waste. Then I sat down and slowly swallowed bite after tasteless bite.
"Hey Lyra." My little sister was looking at me like she could read my mind.
"Hey Iz." I forced a smile.
"Will you take me to Maverick later? I want some beef jerkey."
I nodded and went to get my jacket.

Notes

This is my first fan fiction. I hope you liked it. Get back to me with any comments or questions that you have.