Bloody Glass and False Truths
.Chapter one.
Casey sat, cross-legged, on her bed, letting the thoughts finally wash over. She had spent an immeasurable amount of time trying to keep them at bay. Holding them back, pretending they weren't there. It had been over a year since the beginning of her new life with the Venturi family. Quite a year it had been. A year of highs and lows; well, for Casey, those highs had been almost non existent, save for the artificial ones. She had changed dramatically over the year, in every aspect of her life. Her style of clothing, her style of music, her taste in boys, her morals, everything. Her grades had dropped, she was no longer an A student, but she didn't care. Her closet was almost completely black. Her music was no longer the kind that made her feel happy and light hearted. She had lost her sense of self. Lost her sense of self respect along with it. She no longer knew the date, or the time. She had stopped caring almost entirely. Except…except for one thing. Well, one person, actually. The one person that she had never stopped caring for. The one person hat made her life one that she had many times considered ending. He was the one person that kept her from acting upon those self-loathing thoughts. The one person that was just barely out of her grasp, no matter how far she stretched.
Casey sat on her bed. Staring at her hands in her lap. Occasionally she looked up and glanced in the mirror that was hanging on the wall across the room from her.
Ugly. She thought.
Ugly.
Worthless, ugly tramp.
Slowly she stood, grasping one of the unread text books strewn on her floor. She stretched her arm back, and flung the thick book and her mirror. It crashed into the glass, as Casey stood there, unaware of her tears, while shards of glass flew all over her room. One sharply grazed her arm, and Casey simply watched as the blood trickled down to her elbow, then past her wrist, over her fingers, slowly spilling onto the carpet.
Someone, probably alerted by the sound of shattering glass, came thundering up the stairs. Casey did not look up when her door was violently flung open, only continued to watch the vertical river of red misery stain her arm.
"Casey!" she heard some one say sharply.
"CASEY!" he yelled.
She looked up to see the terrified look of shock on his face.
"Yes?" she replied calmly.
"Casey," he ran up to her. "Casey what are you doing?"
"My mirror broke." She whispered, eyes transfixed on the spot where the mirror had been.
"Casey!" he nearly screamed. "You're bleeding! What did you do?"
"Oh. Yes. A flying piece of glass did this," she nodded to her arm.
"No Casey, not your arm." His fingered ran over the side of her neck. She trembled. He held up the fingers, now stained by blood. Her blood. She looked down and saw the stain of blood flowing down her chest, into her shirt.
"Oh." She whispered. "Oh. I hadn't noticed that."
"God, Casey." He said. Sitting her down, he walked out the bedroom and into the bathroom, returning with a large wad of gauze and a thick bandage. As he dealt with her bleeding neck he said;
"This probably won't do for long. Tell me when you feel light headed, or if the blood soaks through the gauze."
He looked at her, "alright?"
Casey nodded.
"Leave now."
"What?" he said, slightly surprised.
"Leave. My. Room. Please." She repeated slowly.
He looked at her for another moment, then turned and walked out the door.
Casey knelt down amidst the bloody glass on her carpet. She looked around her for a moment, then feel down sobbing.
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AN: yeah so this wasn't that fantastic, but I promise you, it will get very good. Please review and for those of you who care, I am already working on another chapter, and will update very soon. Within the week, hopefully. after that school will be starting so I don't know how bogged down I will be with that stuff, but I promise to those who care, that I will make a strong conscious effort to continue with the story. AND IM VERY SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS.
Love always,
Christine