Chapter 1.
Authors note: I know that I already have a story going, but I haven't had any reviews or anything, so I don't even know if anyone is reading it. So it's on hold for a while. This is my fanfiction for the movie Thirteen…if you haven't watched it, you totally should. It's amazing. The italics at the end is a flashback to a month before the time of the story. Thanks in advance for reading. The next chapter will be longer. I just don't have time to type anymore tonight. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Thirteen, (even though I wish I did) This is all purely fiction. The only thing I own is the plot of this specific story.
Pretending. That was something Tracy Louise was best at. Hell, it was something the entire Louise family excelled in. Parents pretending that their daughter wasn't starving herself. A brother pretending that his sister wasn't still cutting. Tracy, pretending that Evie hadn't betrayed her.
After the fiasco last year Melanie, Tracy's mother decided that the family needed a "change of scenery" Which was code for, I really hope my daughter will change her ways if she has a new school and new friends. Melanie seemed oblivious as always to the suffering of her two children.
Mason, her brother decided that he would have nothing to do with Tracy after the move and had barely spoken ten words to her in three months. It was her fault that he had to finish his last two years of High School with people he didn't know.
Tracy decided that she was done with socializing of any kind, unless of course she was buying cigarettes from some of the stoners at her new school. Or buying diet pills from the burnouts.
She took a drag from her cigarette and stared out the window. A little girl walked by and she lowered her hand to hid it. Some subconscious part of her didn't want the child to see what she was doing. Didn't want the child to go down the same road that she did.
She took another drag as Mason walked by her. He just rolled his eyes and went in his room slamming the door. Tracy put out her cigarette and went quietly to the bathroom.
She slid her fingers into her pocket, finding the razor that she kept there now. It never left her. It was the only thing keeping her sane. She smiled softly and lightly traced the white scars on her arms. She wanted it so bad, but had to wait. She couldn't let it happen again.
Tracy pulled down her pants and looked at her thigh. There were angry red marks there, made only days before. She slid the razor across the skin, making a river of crimson flow from her leg. She sat feeling euphoric. No longer able to cut her arms, she went for the second best place.
The small blonde didn't know how long she sat there. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. But at some point, the door opened.
"What the FUCK Tracy?" Mason yelled the first words he spoke to her since the move.
"Get OUT of here Mason" She screamed, pulling up her pants.
"You're sick, Trace, you need help" He said with venom in his voice.
"Stay away from me" She replied, on the verge of tears.
"Gladly" He seethed and walked out.
But if Mason could read minds, he would have known that his baby sister just wanted someone to tell her that they loved her.