A girl with red hair was lying in a bed. She had on a black tank top, and black sweatpants, and black arm sleeves that had a hole for her thumb on them. They were loose on her, so they were up to her wrists, they had fallen down the night before.

Ellie woke up, and put a hand to her head. She had a pounding headache that was making her eyes screw up. But she felt something crackle on her shoulder. She moved her hand towards it, and felt around. A hard, but breakable substance was on her arm. She broke a piece off. It was dried blood. Her eyes widened.

"Oh no. I didn't. I couldn't of done it again." She said to herself, and she looked around. More dried blood lay around the bed here and there. She felt around, and her hand bumped against something sharp. She let out a whimper, as a trickle of blood seeped from her finger. With that hand, she reached in to find what had done it, and she had found it. She took it out. It was a box opener. Pushed all the way up, and a shiny blade stuck out. It was stained with blood. Her blood.

She looked at her arms. There wasn't much there, maybe one or two cuts. She got up out of bed, and looked at her bed full view. The blood was mostly around her pillow. She panicked, and ran into her bathroom. She let out a muffled scream. She had covered her mouth. Because stretched across her neck was a large cut.

She had tried to commit suicide. She freaked out. How would she hide it? What would she wear?

Why had she done it in the first place? A whole bunch of questions bombarded her brain, and she tried to find the answers. She looked at the bathroom floor. Broken glass lined it, as if they were there as a tile on the floor. Ellie picked up a piece of it, and examined it. It was beer glass. She was drunk last night.

Now she remembered. Ther had been a party here. She had gotten drunk, and into a fight with somebody. She just racked her brain more to try and remember who it was, when it hit her. She stopped thinking about who it was. She thought about something else.

She had to find something to hide the cuts. Her eyes fell upon a scarf, a black one. She grabbed it off the hanger, and put it on. It was fall, nobody would suspect anything. She sighed when she looked in the mirror. She looked so dorky.

But it would have to do. She took off the scarf, and started getting ready for school. She grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and a black skirt, a skirt that was pleaded at the bottom, but just in the back. She took a black T-Shirt, that was slightly angled at the bottom, and the part that angled was a dark gray lace. She kept on the arm warmers. She did her makeup, eyeliner and some black eyeshadow, with this cool shadow effect. She combed her hair, it was short and curly. She put the scarf back on. She looked in the mirror, and sighed once, and grabbed her messenger bag and walked out of her room and out of her house.

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Righty-o! There's the new version, and I decided not to make it a one shot! Yay! Second chapter will take a long time to write, so be patient if you like the story so far. It will get better. R&R!

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