Authors Note:
I do not own any of the Make it or Break it characters, just the story line.
Payson's Point of View
If you had asked me 3 weeks ago if I wanted to die, I would have said no, but now, lying in the bathtub, I would say 'YES'. I reached for the scissors and ran the blade across my leg. The blood flowing swiftly out of my thigh was a reassurance that I was still alive. Today was the last night that I would have to check though, I thought to myself as I lifted out of my body, watching my mother break down the door and fumble with my body, whilst trying to call 911 on the telephone. Sorry mom, I yelled from the ceiling, amongst the steam. She didn't hear me, and I felt a pang of regret stab at me. Why did I do this, I cried to myself.
As I snapped out of this horrible nightmare I checked my body for visible scarring. Nothing but the scars of my back operation, slowly fading into the backround. "Payson, whats up' Called Becca, from the other side of the room. 'Oh nothing, just a nightmare' I replied, my voice shaking. I got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. As I turned on the shower and undressed, I had an urge to leap for the scissors and slice them across my thigh. This being the first time, I was scared of it hurting, so I cut lightly, with little beads of blood rising from my skin and running down my leg. It was the most amazing sensation to begin with, then relief tuned into anger. How could I be so careless? I wondered, For days after that I was cut free, but when Sasha startd to work me harder, and harder at the gym every day I couln't resist. This was the way it would work, the cuts getting even deeper and longer every after day people would ask what what was wrong with my leg, but day after day i would tell them thet the cat scratched me, or I tripped over a tree root. Day after day, people believed me