Disclaimer: I do not on any circumstances, own Phil of the Future. If I did Phil would've been taking his shirt off like every episode && Keely && Phil would kiss
all the time.
Summary: No one knows. No one could even believe that the beautiful and perfect Keely Teslow would do something so self-mutilating to herself.
What happens when Phil finds out what that secret is. What happens when he sees the real Keely Teslow. M/F.
This is my second POTF fanfic. My other was You've got a long time coming.
Hopefully this one will be more than just two chapters. haha.
Life ain't always beautiful.
Chapter 1 - If you can't let it be, make it bleed.
Created by: Andrea Shea.
Keely Teslow was everyone's perfect girl.
She was gorgeous, happy and anchorgal on her own show Live with Keely Teslow: I'm Keely Teslow.
Okay, the show was just a morning news report for her school, H.G. Wells Junior/Senior high, but, how many 16 year olds had a show that was on "TV" and it had there name in it.
Not very many.
One other thing that was great about her was that she had Phil Diffy by her side. He had the best friend a girl could possibly have. He was always walking her to class, laughing and hanging out with her any chance he got. He was great.
Her life seemed absolutely perfect.
But saying that would be the most untrue thing ever.
"MOM I DON'T GET IT! WHAT'S WRONG!" Keely yelled as she stared horrified, watching her mom throwing things across the room, breaking antiques and such.
"GOD DAMMIT SON OF A BITCH!!" Mandy Teslow murmured picking up a picture frame of Keely and her at a dinner party. She chucked it across the room, her cursing louder than ever.
"MOM! Please tell me what's wrong! Why are you doing this!" Keely screamed. Trying to talk was hard, especially when trying to talk with tears gushing down your face. She was practically chokeing on them.
"You wanna know why Keely! WHY?" She shouted, before collasping on the floor that now contained shards of glass. Keely sauntered towards her mom. She tried to wipe away the blood that was now visible on her mother's face, but Mandy knocked her hand away. Keely sat back, not saying anything, waiting for her mom to regain her composure enough to tell her what happened.
"I lost my job. They fired me over one stupid fucking thing...one stupid thing. I didn't know that the paper was that important, why was I so stupid!" Mandy shouted at Keely.
Keely's face, that was so calm yet scared, had turned to frigtened and shaky.
"Mom it's gonna be okay...shhh."
"DON'T FUCKING SHHHH ME KEELY, I'M UPSET AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS THAT!" Mandy screamed pushing Keely away, knocking her over.
Keely broke. She busted, she couldn't take it anymore.
"MOM! I'M TRYING TO CALM YOU DOWN! STOP PUSHING ME AND YELLING AT ME!" She shouted, rushing to her room.
"KEELY DON'T YOU EVER YELL AT ME LIKE THAT! DAMN, SOMETIMES I WISH I HAD AN ABORTION! THEN MAYBE YOUR FATHER WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT!"
Mandy screamed, so loud that Keely was sure that the whole neighborhood heard it.
Keely quickly shut her bedroom door behind her. She collasped on the floor, tears were pouring harder than ever.
"Why! Why the fuck would she say something like that..." She whispered to herself, her mother's words echoing in her ears.
"So, I guess I'm the reason dad left, maybe she should've had an abortion." She added, her voice cracking at the words dad and abortion.
Right now, all she could think of was the pain that her mom had caused and was causing because she said that sentence.
It was pretty much saying, "I hate you, I wish you'd die."
Okay, they were alittle different but who cares. They were both very hurtful.
Extremely hurtful.
All she could do was think what she could do to numb the pain, make it go away. The first thing that came to her mind was something that was something that people would never suspect her of doing.
Cutting.
She had seen it in the movie Thirteen. She and Phil had watched it on their Friday movie night. Phil had promised that she'd never do that, which she thought was the easiest thing she could promise, because she never thought that it would cross her mind. But right now...it had and it was starting to seem interesting.
She didn't know what she could possibly use to do it.
She just knew, anything sharp, anything with a point that was sharp as a blade.
Right now, it didn't matter, anything that could help the pain go away.
She had heard once that it numbed the pain, it was like when you cut, the pain rushed out with the blood. It sounded completely nuts to her then, but now it
sounded smart.
Very smart.
She thought about anything she had sharp...
A Razor.
Yeah, that was sharp, and it cut 3 times with each blade.
She opened her bedroom door, and slowly crept towards the bathroom. She grabbed it and walking out the door she couldn't help but glance through the hallway.
Her mom was still sitting there, moping and crying. She look at Keely with a look of hatred. That Keely didn't stick around for anything else that was coming right behind
it.
Keely ran to her room and shut the door aruptly behind her.
She laid against her bed, holding the razor to her left wrist.
She looked around, and saw a picture of Phil. Her best friend.
She dropped the razor and walked over to the picture, turning it around. It may have just been a picture, but it was like he was staring at her,
making her feel worse.
She sat back down and reached for the razor. She closed her eyes, and slid it across her wrist. She could feel the skin slit as she did it. She burn for a couple seconds, as blood seeped through the small slit in her "perfect" skin.
She stared at it for a while. "Wow..." She whispered. It did make her feel calmer, and it did numb the pain, she hardly felt it. She took the razor to her wrist and slashed it again.
One.
Two.
Three.
Blood was dripping on her floor. "SHIT!" She yelled running to her closet. She couldn't possibly run to the bathroom holding her wrist. Her mom would see and freak out even more, and she really didn't want to see her mom then anyway. She grabbed a shirt that she never wore and wrapped it around her wrist. The white shirt was now
completely blood stained. It was seeping through. She closed her eyes, breathing hard. It felt really good. That sounded really weird but it did.
Once the blood stopped pouring and the scabs appeared she shoved the shirt her closet, and laid on her bed. She recalled the events that happened that happened that night, and with that, cried herself to sleep.
Phil sat up aruptly in his bed.
He didn't know what it was, but something made him wake up scared to death. It was his dream.
"Calm down Phil, it was just a dream...Keely's okay." He whispered, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He laid back down.
His mind kept saying she's fine, she wouldn't ever do something like that.
But his heart was saying, Call over there just in case.
He glanced at the clock, it was 3:56.
It was way too late, there was no way she'd be up, so there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with her. She was fine, just sleeping in her cozy bed.
He smiled. He was going to see her in 3 hours. He could wait to hear the sound of her voice.
He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep...
Well, there's the first chapter of a very intense fanfic.
This is my second POTF fanfic. Hope everyone likes it.
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Love,
Andrea Shea.