Yay next chapter ^_^ I'm going to try and update once maybe twice a day it depends on how bored I get XD ~savingpoppunk
I stared at myself in the eyes int the bathroom mirror. I then looked down at the bloody razor blade in my right hand. Tears started running down my cheeks. I turned around to face the shower behind me and slid down the sink. "I failed you mom, i'm sorry" I said between sobs. I looked at my bloody wrist, I did it again. I can't go a fucking week without doing this to myself.
"Tris?" I heard Caleb say outside the door.
"Y-yeah?" I replied.
"Can I come in?" He asked quietly.
"Sure." I said standing, putting the blade on the counter and walking over to the door, my wrist leaving a small trail of blood behind me. I unlocked the door and the first thing Caleb pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged him back and sobbed harder into his shoulder.
"You didn't fail mom" He hair into my hair.
"I did Caleb I really did. I can't be the perfect daughter she's always wanted" I said between sobs "Peter's right i'm shit" I let go of my brother and sat on the counter pulling my knees up to my chest and crying into them.
"Don't you listen to Peter! Promise me if he says another word to you, you will stop cutting and you will come and get me or you will stay by my side at all times during the day!" He yelled.
"I promise" I said quietly.
"Thank you. Now let's clean up this blood." Caleb said as he pulled out a bandage from under the sink. He wrapped the bandage around my wrist and cleaned up the blood while I promised him I would flush the blade.
"How does it feel?" He asked wrapping an arm around my shoulder. We stood in front of the toilet in silence after the blade was gone.
"I feel better actually" I said looking up at my brother, he returned my answer with a smile, I smiled back. Caleb led me out of the bathroom and into my room. We sat down at the end of my bed. I looked up at the wall in front of us, my wall collage of band posters.
"These bands mean alot don't they?" Caleb said not taking his eyes off my Green Day poster.
"So much" I said smiling.
"BEATRICE THERE'S SOME BOY AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" Dad yelled from downstairs. Caleb and I jumped a little. I sighed and got up walking over to my closet to get a longer shirt so whoever it was didn't suspect anything. I put on a tight navy blue shirt and walked past Caleb who was still sitting on my bed watching my every move.
About halfway down the stairs I stopped. Four was standing in my door tense as my dad stood there staring at him. I slowly walked down the rest of the stairs.
"U-um hey?" I said to Four. my dad looked at me, shrugged and walked back towards the living room. I stepped out of the house closing the door behind me.
I looked down at my bare feet with my arms crossed over my chest. I didn't want to look up at him, I was embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed" Four said after moments of silence. I looked up at him into his eyes.
"Thanks" I mumbled looking back down at my feet.
"I regret not standing up for you today or helping you up or something" He sighed sitting down on the top step, running a hand through his hair.
"It's fine." I said sitting down next to him.
"It's not. A real man wouldn't put his hands on a girl." He said looking at the house across the street. I looked over at him, he looked back at me. "I regret after all this time not doing anything about him, I should have." He sighed again looking down at the space between us.
"I'm used to it. I hate it yes but I deal with all the hate" I said to him. Four looked back at me.
"I don't hate you." He said smiling while standing up and walking to his car, getting in and driving away.