Abuse.
That's all she could call the spiteful words her parents would yell to each other all throughout the night.
That's all she could call the verbal and physical assault she experienced at school day after day.
And, with a sigh, that's all she could call the horizontal cuts and scars on her arms and legs as she added to the collection.
With a deep breath, she put the cool razor to her skin, relaxing as she sliced across, replacing the pain in her heart with a stinging in her upper thigh.
"You really shouldn't do that," a unexpected voice called from her balcony.
Adrianna jumped at the sound, glancing at the startlingly attractive guy in her bedroom.
"Who are you?" she gasped, unsure if she should be scared or not.
"Someone who is concerned about you," he replied in the silky smooth voice that often made girls swoon.
"Why should you be? You don't even know me," Adrianna replied, her surprise turning to a glare. "And even if you did-" she stopped off as he got closer.
"Why would I care, right?" he says, "Well, I do care, Adrianna."
"Who are you and why do you know my name?"
"My name is Damon Salvatore, and I'm here to save you."
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic that I'll be publishing here and I'm really excited! So, feel free to be my first review EVER ;)