Where Did it all go wrong?
Rachel was sitting in her room hiding from her fathers. She wished that another family had decided to adopt her instead of the one she was currently stuck with. Realizing that wishing wasn't going to change anything, she listened to the voices on the other side of her door. They were yelling about her and at her. Yelling about something she did or didn't do and something that had nothing to with her in general. The yelling was scaring her. She grabbed a pillow from behind her and held it tight wishing that they would stop yelling. All of the sudden there was a banging on her door causing her to jump. Hey were yelling at her to open the door. Rachel pulled her knees to her chest terrified of what would happen if they got through the door. Rachel glanced to the left. Her window which used to provide a reliable escape was now barred, providing no comfort. Then her eyes wandered to the small bookshelf that was under the window. She almost had forgotten the comfort that was hidden inside. Rachel rolled up the sleeves to her shirt revealing pale scars most which were almost used one of her fingers to trace over the largest cut on her arm one of the reasons for why she had stop. Just then there was a loud bang on her door. A sign that they were going to get the keys. Rachel quickly scrambled off her bed and emptied the contents of the bookshelf, looking for the comfort that resided there. Once she found it, she moved to sit next to the book shelf knowing it would hide her from view for thirty seconds. Once seated, she heard keys on the other side of the door. This gave her a minute before they came in the room yelling. Rachel looked at the comfort in her hand. Just looking at it slightly calmed her. The wooden handle cool in her palm. The way the light reflected off the blade causing her to smile lightly. The blade had provided so much comfort of the years she knew that it would do the same now. She was still admiring the blade when they came in through the door. She looked up at them and watched as they scanned the room looking for her. When they finally saw her their eyes rested on the blade in her hand eyes wide with shock. Rachel looked at the blade then back to the two men in her doorway, the smile on her face growing with each passing second. They must have been talking to her because they kept gesturing to the blade. Then one of them took a step towards her. Rachel smirked and moved the blade so that it rested against her wrist, causing him to stop. She looked up at both men. Watching as fear filled their eyes. Still smiling, Rachel looked down at the blade against her wrist then applied pressure on the blade before looking back up at the two men standing in her doorway. The pressure on her wrist had cause the tip of the blade to dig into her skin enough to release a bead of blood. Rachel watched as the bead grew knowing that it wouldn't be long before the bead grew big enough for them to notice. With one last look at the men in her doorway, Rachel applied a little more pressure then drew the blade across her wrist.