Krystynn
I always felt bad for my brother. There were plenty of foster homes that wanted him. He was smart,handsome, and could charm the devil himself. I on the other hand was a mess. I was molested by my father from the age of 4. I was scared by everyone but Ricky.
But back to the present.
"Krystynn!" Ricky yelled from downstairs. Seconds later he appeared in my room. I was mid-cut and I immediately folded my arms.
"Ben's here" he said. I jumped up and ran into the living room where he was chatting with Amy.
Ben had been my best friend since I was 12 and despite me being 3 years younger than him, we were pretty close.
"Ready Krys?" he asked dragging out the last part. "Yup" I said quickly exiting so Ricky and Amy wouldn't see my new cuts. We got into his black SUV and I buckled my belt. He did the same and stared at me.
"What?" I asked. "How new?" he asked. I showed him the minute old cuts. They were deep. "Shit Krystynn" he cursed, frantically digging for gauze in the middle compartment to wrap my wound. He found the wrap and quickly bandaged my wrist.
"What happened?" Ben asked. "Campbell he-" I began. "That jackass" he muttered. Campbell was a senior at Grant. He and Ricky have been rivals forever so when I got there as a freshman he immediately began picking on me.
"What did he do?" Ben asked, his brown eyes full of concern. I showed him my phone which was overflowing with hate texts.
Ben was like an older brother to me so he was often arguing with Cam.
"Ignore them Krystynn" he said. "They're right" I muttered. He got out of the car. "What are you doing" I asked getting out of the SUV. "I'm showing this to Ricky" he said.
"No! Ben! He and Amy are fighting, this isn't the time to show him!" I said grabbing his shoulders. "I have to" he said. He ran inside shutting the door behind him. I rolled my eyes. I began mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen when a voice startled me.
"Is this where Ricky lives". I turned around to see Ethan. We were best friends at Margaret and Shakur's until he moved. I stole a set of Shakur's medical knives and broke them so he took the fall.
"Krys?" he said smiling. "Yup" I said timidly. "How have you-" he began trailing off. "What happened to your wrist". "Nothing" I said casually. "Jack shit. You started cutting again didn't you?" he asked. My inability to look him in the eye finalized it.
"What happened to you Krys?"he asked. "Campbell FRIGGIN' Saunders is what happened" my iPod began to ring. "Look! There it is again. They filled up the inbox on my phone so now they're calling me." I said. I answered my phone and put it on speaker. "Hello".
"FATASS!" they yelled into the phone. "What-" I began. "Dumbass Bitch!" A voice said. "You're a fucking slut!" another uttered. "Whatsa matter? Daddy's dick got your tongue" a third said. Campbell came on the line next. "Ready to kill yourself yet?" He asked. "N-n-no" I said my voice shaky. "Dammit! Guys we gotta try harder" he yelled disconnecting the line.
I began digging my nails into my thighs. "Stop it" Ethan ordered. He sat next to me. He gently picked up my wrist and set it in his lap before unwrapping the blood-soaked gauze.
He looked at the cuts which were now crusted over with blood. "Hold on Kryssy" he said using the age old nickname. He poured water on them from his water bottle and wiped at the blood. "Sorry" he muttered as I winced. As he cleaned the cuts I couldn't help but think how appropriate a name it was.
"It's not as good as Dr. Ben but-" he began. Just then Ricky came outside. "Hey Krys are you o-What the hell!"
I was paralyzed with fear. Ricky rushed to my side edging Ethan out of the way.
"Why did you do this Krystynn?" he said. I bit my lip and looked away praying that this was a dream, a horrible dream. I stormed inside. "Krystynn Why" he said grabbing my arm and pulling me around facing him forcing me to look at him.
"I needed it, okay?! Is that what you wanna hear?!" I yelled at him. "Not particularly, no. So what? Are you gonna end up like Mom? Huh?Addicted to something that will kill you!" he screamed.
I was silent and so was everyone else. "Ricky you woke up John with your yelling, what's going on-" Amy began opening up the door. "Kryss is a psychopath, that's what's going on" he said storming inside. Amy followed him and I came undone on the floor of the butcher shop.
I began digging my nails into the flesh on my wrist and yanking, forming red lines along my wrist, bubbling with small amounts of blood. I began to cry.
"Stop it! Krystynn!" Ben yelled. I now began to sob, tears unwilling to fall. "Shh! Shh! Shh! Don't cry, don't- it's okay Krys it's all gonna be fine." Ethan said wrapping his arms around me placing his hands on my arm.
"I swear to you it's gonna be fine."