The Morticians Daughter

I reach for my alarm clock to check the time. 9:27 am. I groan as I roll awake and walk into my bathroom to do my daily business of brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, weighing myself, and using the bathroom.

I walk threw the cold empty house full of boxes as I go downstairs and sit in the empty living room. Nothing but boxes and a couch. And my laptop. I sit on the couch as my stomach growls. I ignore it as I open up my laptop logging into twitter. *new tweets* I check my tweets to see it was from my friends back in California.

* Cali_gurl666: @bring.me.the.kelley I miss you so much!! Please come back to Cali! ~Angela

@emo_loverboy25: @bring.me.the.kelley I miss you so so much! Now in friendless!! ~Kevin

My_chemicalvagina69: @bring.me.the.kelley hey baby, good morning. Text me ASAP! Love and miss you babe ~Aaron *

I smiled at the last message from my boyfriend, Aaron I miss him so much. Tears sprang in my eyes as I realized how much my life had changed from living in California all the way to ohio. The weathers shitty. I'm friendless.

And it just gets worse and worse. I could say that I'm really fucking depressed.

*bring.me.the.kelley: @my_chemicalvagina69 I miss you so much to babe. Love you! *

I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I filled a cup up from the tap I locked my eyes on the food closet. Maybe.. Just a little snack wouldn't hurt.. No. What am I saying? If I eat I will get fat.

And then Aaron will never love me! I shake the thought of eating away as I notice a letter from my dad on the counter. " Hey sweetie, I just wanted you to know that at 4 where going over the house next door because our new neighbors invited us over for dinner!

So I will be over there at 4, but I have errands to run so I will just meet to at there house! Love ya, princess!" I roll my eyes. Great. I get to meet to people. In all honesty I was never out going. Well considering the fact that it's already 1 I may as well start getting ready.

I take a long shower soaking the cold water in my hair and wash away the days. I stare at my arms. There filled with markings, scars and fresh cuts that my dad has yet to find out. Fuck it. The temptation is to good. I itch to get my hands on my razor.

I reach over the shower head and peel the wallpaper revealing my razor that I've hidden in the wall. I rinse it off with the water as I raise my arm.

'Just a little cut..' I thought to myself. I slowly ran it across my wrist. Once the razor was removed I slowly started to see the pink line. Which turned darker.. And darker, until I finally bled. I get a sick feeling when I cut. Like I can finally feel. Like I mean something. I soak my arm and run it under the shower head. As the blood trickles down my arm and rushes down the drain I felt relief. I got out of the shower about twenty minutes later when my cuts stopped I got out and when to my room naked. I felt free as I walked into the hallways to my room bare. It was nice.

And plus I forgot my towels. I turned my radio on and blasted Teenagers by My Chemical Romance threw out the entire house and I guarantee the neighbors that invited us to dinner could hear the music from there house. I searched boxes to find a good outfit for the weather and for the dinner. What I came up with was some black leggings that hugged my huge thighs, my beaten up converse shoes that had scribbles all over them, and my favorite, Aaron's old Black misfit sweater. I closed my eyes as I brought the scent of his hoodie into my senses. He smelled of warm vanilla and comforting smells of the beach. I opened my eyes as I put it on.

I feel like he's hugging me in his clothes. It's just so comforting. I go back into the bathroom and curls my black waist length hair lightly. I did my black smokey eye shadow with smudged eyeliner. I check the clock to notice that it's 3:50. I should start heading over.

I grab my headphones and phone as I stuck one headphone in my ear and walked out the front door. My dad's car was parked in the driveway. He's probably next door by now. I shivered as my breathe showed in the white chill air as snow fell down easily and softly. I looked at the streets to see that they where filled with ice. My feet froze as I cut threw the grass and went up to the neighbors door.

I rang the doorbell until a short blonde middle aged woman answered the door.

"Oh hello! You must be Kelley! Your fathers in the living room speaking with my husband! Come in come in you must be freezing your ass off!" She giggled as I have her a warm smile and stepped in.

"Dinner will be ready soon, hopefully! You can hang out with my son until then if you would like?" She asked me and I politely nodded.

"Sure." I shared a quick smile with her. As we walked into the big hallway I saw from the corner of my eye my father and another man laughing and drinking beer. I nodded as I walked into the hallway with the woman.

"I'm Amy by the way. And my husbands name is Chris and my Sons name is andy. I think you two will he along jus fine!" He smiled widely as she called from the stairs.

"Andy! The neighbors are here! Come introduce yourself!" She said very happily. A few seconds later a door opened as came coming down the stairs was a young boy who skipped down the stairs with an earphone in his ear, same as me. He has flippy black hair, pale skin, and wore pretty much all black. Black v neck, skinny jeans, black socks.

He even more some black eyeshadow and eyeliner. He looked up as he made eye contact with his mother, then me which made his face go from blank to a half grin.

"Hey. I'm Andy." He stared at me as I stared back. He held his hand out as I took it. His hands where slightly cold, but definitely warmer than mine.

"I-um I'm Kelley." Oh great. I'm stuttering. We made pretty awkward eye contact. From this lighting his eyes where blue, but I couldn't tell. I let my hand fall as I rubbed my arm and stared at my wrist threw my sleeve. My wrists really hurt from all of the cutting lately.

I have tons and tons of fresh new cuts. I just have to be careful with my arms. He stared down as his mother began talking again. "Andrew, it's gonna be a while before dinners ready. Can you keep Kelley busy or entertained till then. I'm sure to can find something to do."

Amy smiled as Andy stared back as me and nodded. "Sure thing. Follow me." He said as he began walking back up the stairs and I followed. He opened up a wooden door which I assume was his room. He walked in and I followed as I stepped into his room.

I noticed posters scattered all threw out as his tv showed a paused video game. He plopped down on his crimson red bed sheets. "This is my room." He said. I nodded as I stood there. "You know you can sit if you want."

"Thanks" I said as I took a seat on his bed and he resumed the game. From the looks of it he was playing team death-match on MW3. So far he's been on a 6 kill roll, which is okay. "So. Where did you move from?" He broke the silence as he continued the game.

"California."
"Oh. Must be nice up there. I heard the weathers amazing!" He told me as he shot two people in a row with an AK-47 and then knifed another person before he got shot himself. "Yea.. It's real nice.." I thought of the warm air back at home. "Yea. Sorry that Ohio's real shitty." He chuckled as I giggled. "It's okay. If anything I like the weather in a way. It's different for once."

"Well that's new. When do you start school?" "In like three weeks. The school I'm going to is on winter break." "Same. You going to Mentor Fine Arts Center?" I nodded as he paused his game and lit a cigarette. "Your parents let you smoke?" I asked as he took a drag and offered me one. I've never smoked before, but I took an unit cigarette and rolled it in between my fingers.

"Nah. My parents to like barging in on me. They haven't been in my room in over 4 years because they said that every teenager deserves privacy." He chuckled. "Oh.. Well that would be nice. My dad always barges in without even knocking sometimes."

"Yea. It's actually really nice. I could probably shoot off a gun in here and they still wouldn't come in." He took another drag as he handed me a lighter. I took it and just stared at it. He looked at my unlit cigarette and the lighter in my hand then chuckled.
"What?" I asked.

"I'm assuming you've never smoked before?" He chuckled once more as my cheeks turned red and I smiled. "Is it that obvious?" I bit my lip as he nodded.

"Oh yea. Here you put the cigarette around your lips.." He plucked the cigarette from my fingers and himself, stuck it in between my lips himself.

"Then you light it. When when you light it, you suck and then you inhale the smoke, and then you easily blow it out. Watch" he demonstrated with his cigarette as he inhaled another puff, sucked in more that needed and then he blew out the smoke. "See. Easy. Here let me.."

He sparked the lighter as I sucked on the cigarette that was now lit. I inhaled as I felt the heavy minty smoke go down my throat. I gritted my teeth as I exhaled, but surprisingly I didn't cough of gag. Actually it wasn't that bad.

"Wow. That's nice." I giggled and went for another puff. "Yea. It's good for relieving stress.." He took another drag as I looked down at his cigarette and ended up looking at his wrists. I see old scar outlines, but I don't see fresh cuts.

"So. What kind of music you into?" He hit the home button on his xbox and went to music. He had all sorts music going from Mötley Crüe all the way to suicide silence.

"From what I see we have pretty much identical music taste." I laughed as he hit shuffle and wild child by wasp played. Old school, but I like it. I itched my arm which was a huge mistake. I completely forgot about my cuts and I just reopened all of the fresh ones, which where atleast 20+ cuts.

I put my unfinished cigarette out and held my arms close to my stomach and turned over so he can only see my sweater sleeves. "Andy I have to use the bathroom.." I glanced up as I saw his puzzling face expression.

He put out his cigarette and stood up. "It's.. On the right.." I pulled my sleeves down as much as I can. I attempted to walk past him quickly, but failed.

I gasped where he grabbed my upper arm which brought me to a hault. Tears sprang into my eyes but I did not shed the tears. He stared at my arm. Then turned it around. You saw a dark outline that was darker than the actual sleep. A blood stain. He stared back up into my eyes.

This can't be happening.. Nobody can know...

He made eye contact with me as he rolled up my sleeve and swallowed hard. I broke the eye contact and stared at my bloodied wrist. He stared down at it. And gulp once more as he sucked in a breathe.
"Follow me.." He held my hand as he walked me to the bathroom. Tears sprang free from my sockets and I'm pretty sure my makeup was messed up.

He's gonna tell.. He knows.. Nobody can know! My heart raced as I knew I was caught. We walked into a very large bathroom. "Sit." He calmly told me as I took a seat to where he pointed. On the bathroom counter sink. I rolled up both sleeves. They where both now bleeding and I don't even know how that happened. I saw Andy go threw a cabinet and grab a first aid box as he set it down near me.

He took some gauges and sprey we what I assume was something like bactine on my arms. It felt tingly, then I felt it burn. "Ahh.." I bit my lip as I waited for the pain to end. I was always a big baby when it came to things like that.

He took some wipes and cleaned off my arms from the blood. After that he examined my arms. There where cuts from my wrist all the way to my elbows. There where so so many.. What he did next kinda comforted me, and made me stop producing tears. He began outlining the cuts on my arm and started counting. I let him. I don't know why, but I just let him. "74.." He muttered than he counted the other arm.
"68.." He grabbed the bandages but didn't unwraps them yet. He then made eye contact again and said,

"all together with both arms you have 142 cuts." He stared at me, then slowly gazed down and easily picked up one of my wrists. He lightly pushed his lips on my wrists and removed them, doing the same thing to the other arm. I didn't find it weird, but more comforting. Nobody's ever done that. Not even Aaron.

*flash back*

"Aaron I'm serious, just give it back!" I laughed as he held up my cell phone in the air to where I can't reach it. I bounced to attempt to reach it but failed. He stared up at my hand, and the. His expression changed from happy to angry.

I looked at where his eyes where. My wrist. I pulled my hand and my sleeve down. But he grabbed my wrist as I yelped in pain. Ouch.. He just grabbed my soar cuts which really hurt. "When did you do this?"

He asked in more of a pissed off tone. "Ouch. Let go.. It hurts!" I told him but he didn't let go. If anything he grasped it tighter as I yelped in pain.

"Of course it hurts, idiot! (He meant that idiot because of the cutting, not me idiot.) I thought you would be smart enough not to do this! This is stupid! Why would you hurt yourself?" "I- I don't know! Let go please! It hurts!"

He finally let go as I grabbed m hand back and checked the damage. The cuts started to bleed. He opened them by grabbing them to hard. "I need some air.. I will see you tomorrow.." He grabbed his jacket and left.

I cried as the pain of my wrist hurt so bad and plus my boyfriend just left me like this. The next day he acted totally normal again. Like nothing happened. It was so weird.

*end of flashback*

"Why do you care?" I asked as he finished wrapping my arms. "Are you really asking that?" He chuckled as he finished and cleaned up.

"Yea.. I mean my friend (notice I didn't say boyfriend) didn't really care when he found. He just left and never spoke about it again."

"Because I know what your going threw. And I know that going threw it without any help is a bitch. Come on, I could use another smoke. How about you?" I nodded as my arms felt clean for once.

We both walked back to his room as he shut the door. We both sat back down and he handed me another cigarette. As we both lit them again and he went back to playing. "Can I play?" I asked and he chuckled as he killed a man with a sniper rifle.

"Do you even know what game this is?" He asked and I took that as a sexist insult. I grinned. "Actually, yes. It's Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare Three. You Are playing infected on the Terminal map. You one of the last infected." And just as I said that he died and stared at me with a half grin on his face. "Damn.

Your the only girl I know that knows this game! Here I wanna see you play!" He handed me the controller as I hit the hardhat map. I took another drag of my smoke before I played.

I ran around as I saw people around me quickly became infected, until finally I was the final survivor. I cornered myself as all of the infected players ran and threw there throwing knifes at me but missed.

I shot every one of them as I threw down a c4. Then at the last possible second I shot the c4 and I blew up, committing suicide as I grinned. I leveled up Andy by three levels and have him 5 more perks.

I smiled at my accomplishment and handed back the controller who sat there with a surprised look on his face. Then he started clapping.

"Dude! Your fucking awesome! Give me your gamertag?" He asked as I wrote it down for him and he stuck it in his pocket. "Damn, your surprising Kelley. He smiled. "Guys! Dinners ready!" Amy knocked on the door as I smiled and andy hid the ash trey.

"Well be down there in a sec, mom!" He hollared. Minutes later andy opened the door and bowed. "Lady's first!" He said in a very deep accent. I giggled as I walked past the door and we headed down the stairs for dinner.

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