Scarlett's P.O.V.
I sat in my drive way for a minute and just looked at my house, dreading walking in.
My parents were uber over-protective.
My mom was fine, she was like one of my best friends and she knew that i cut.
My dad though, was kind of an asshole. He was always screaming at me, and made me feel like shit even though he claimed to "Love" me. He annoyed me to no ends.
I got out of my car and turned back to double check it was locked.
I walked into my house and tried to run upstairs without being pounded with questions.
Too late..
"Scarlett! How was it?" My dad called up to me in that sickly sweet voice that i hated.
"Fine." I yelled back and made my way up the rest of the steps.
"Excuse me?! You need to stop giving me attitude!" He screamed back at me.
Yup and there he was, overreacting, like always.
"STOP!" I yelled back before slamming my door.
He didn't bother to follow me and continue the pointless fight, instead he stayed downstairs and continued to yell about how i was such a selfish bitch of a daughter and how i'm so mean... Whatever.
I put on some pajama shorts and a long sleeved shirt to help cover my cuts.
I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers up to my nose.
I stared at the wall and felt my eyes starting to water.
I feel like i haven't cried this much in ages.
This past month has just been hell for me.
I took a deep breath and held it, and then let it out, letting a tear slip as i did so.
I can't handle this anymore.
I feel so lost.
My stomach grumble and i internally told it to shut up.
I didn't need to eat, tomorrow i would eat. Maybe...
I feel asleep, exhausted from crying and thinking, the night still filling my mind.
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The next morning i was woken up by my phone going off from a text.
I peeked my eyes out from under the covers, squinting as the sun hit them.
I quickly glanced over at the clock, it was already 12:30 pm.
I groaned and grabbed my phone next to my bed.
I had a text from a random number i didn't know.
I looked at my phone quizzically.
I opened the text.
Hey... It's Andy. Please text me back. We need to talk.
I felt anger rush over me.
First of all, how did you get my number?! Second of all, aren't you too busy with that blonde bimbo of yours to talk?
I paused for a moment, re-reading the text before hitting send.
I don't know what was wrong with me. Why was i acting so jealous and angry?!
I flipped onto my stomach and stuffed my face into my pillow, groaning.
My phone went off again
I maybe kinda took it off Alex's phone... And that wasn't what it looked like! i swear!
Whatever Andy, i don't even know why i care. Bye.
I looked up at my ceiling.
"You're doing it again Scarlett."
I thought to myself.
I was pushing him away.
I heard my phone go off and instead of a text, i saw he was now calling me.
I waited a moment and thought over my options.
I just decided to answer.
"What?" I asked impatiently
"Scarlett, why are you being like this? I just want to help you and you're pushing me away!"
"Andy, haven't you figured it out yet? I push everyone away. You should just give up."
"Scarlett, have you ever heard the song disconnected by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, 'Don't hang up on me, because I'm hung up on you'. I don't want to give up, so stop pushing me away."
My heart dropped and i stayed quiet.
"Well?"
"Andy... You don't even know me..."
"But i want to know you."
"I'm not easy to get to know..." I said throwing in a sad fake laugh, sniffling back my tears
"I already know that."
"I don't know what you want me to say..."
"Just say you'll at least give me a chance!"
"I don't know if i can trust you Andy! what you did last night was an asshole move!"
"I know, I know, i shouldn't have made you say anything like that, i took it too far, i was drunk... At least i got to know something new about you." I could hear his cocky grin through the phone.
I smirked. "Oh shut up!"
"Come on, please say you'll try to let me know you!"
"Well, since you're begging,"
"Like a dog" He added
"Then i guess so... but i can't promise anything.." I said unsure.
"That's all i could ask for. I'll pick you up at 2 to hang out? I have a couple of days here till we leave for tour again, but we only have one more show so the tour will only be like a week." He said.
"Okay... I guess so... Where's Alex though?"
"Uh, she crashed in Ashley's bunk last night, they were super drunk!"
"HE BETTER NOT HAVE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF HER!!" I basically yelled into the phone.
I heard him chuckle
" I don't think so, i would have heard it since my bunk is right above his, plus i can tell he really cares for her."
"Good. But i want her back here soon so have someone drop her off asap or i will pick her up!"
"Okay, mom" He laughed.
"Not Funny. Bye" I said
"See you soon"
I hung up and clutched my phone to my chest.
Did that really just happen.
I jumped out of bed and fan girled around the room, stopping in front of my full length mirror.
I let the smile leave my face and couldn't help but hate everything i saw.
I turned to the side, gently lifting my shirt.
Still not skinny enough.
I pulled up my sleeves and looked at my arms and sighed.
I hated what i had done to my body, but i couldn't stop.
I stopped looking and turned out of my room to go take a shower and get ready for the day...
Today was going to be... interesting.

Notes

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