Introduction
"You're such a bitch!" Her father yelled and followed it up by throwing and breaking something.
"I can't believe you're doing this to me, to Clare!" She heard her mother scream as something else was flung and smashed.
"Clare knows I love her, but it's you that I can't stand!"
Clare found herself sitting on the edge of the bathtub in her personal bathroom. She was looking at the rusted razor blade that sat on the counter, debating what she wanted to do. Her fingers traced the scars; the ones that she wished didn't exist.
She got up and walked the two steps to the counter and picked up the razor. Thinking of how she got away with it the last time, before Alli helped her break the habit. She gently rested the razor against the pale skin of her wrist, willing herself to slice her porcelain skin, wanting to see the familiar trickle of red blood that would run down into her palm, wanting to feel the relief she felt as the pain gave her something else to focus on.
But to her surprise, she couldn't do it. Her hand shook violently, causing her to drop the razor blade with a sickening clink as it hit the porcelain bowl of the sink.
She sat back on the edge of the tub and put her head in her hands.
"I can't do this again. I hid it well last time, but I can't do it again. I just can't."
She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and scrolled to the one person in her phone that knew what was going on with her parents
Clare pressed the send button and put the phone to her ear, praying that he would pick up. She needed him more than ever right now.
"Lo?" He sounded groggy, like she woke him up.
"Eli?" It took him a second to recognize the voice.
"Blue eyes? What's wrong?"
Clare stumbled over her words, trying to find what she wanted to say.
"Clare?" She didn't know what she wanted to say so she just blurted out what came to mind.
"I need you, Eli." She could hear him struggle to sit up. She must have woken him up.
"Where are you?" She heard the door downstairs slam and listened as both of her parents cars started up and drove off in different directions.
"I'm at home alone."
"I'll be there soon, don't go anywhere."
"I won't, I promise."
She closed her phone and left her bathroom. She made her way over to her bed and laid down. Clare didn't know what to do anymore.
A/N: I know this isn't much, but it's just the beginning. This is my first fanfiction on here so I'm hoping it does good! I love to have at least 5 reviews before I post the first chapter!