**Chapter 3 Past**
{WARNING! There might be a major trigger warning here. So be careful if you don't like knifes or blood or cutting.}
3rd person POV
As the day comes to a close and everyone's asleep, Star is relaying her past. Like very horrible night.
~Dream land~
Stars POV
"Daddy daddy, look!" I say and hold up my painting. I wasn't normal when I was little. I could see the future. I still can. The painting I showed him was of him in a back car Aceident, the date was ther and the time. I don't really remember writing that but, thanks to this. My dad canceled and moved the meeting on that day. After that I've had to go to so many different doctors. My parents didn't know what to do with me. After years of this I figured out what was going on. My parents were scared of me. That's when it started. I just started 8th grade. I had two friends, they found out and left. I was alone and empty. I needed to feel something other than the emptiness. When I got home I took a kitchen knife and I cut six slashes onto both of my arms.
It hurt, I wasn't feeling less. I sigh and smile. I wash the knife and I clean and cover my cuts. As I go to school the next day, my so caled 'friends' come up to me and I look up at them. My eyes filled with hate and emptiness. The try to help me out of that, telling me that the were stupid. I sigh and I pull the hood from my hoodie up. The bell rang and I walked out of the room. One of my old friends grabbed my sleeve and I winced. She looked up at me and here eyes widen. She quickly pulled up my sleeves. She sees the blood soaked gauze on my arm and back away, holding a hand to her mouth. I shoot her a glear and I pull my sleeve down, walking away. I made my way throught the year without any friends. Cutting from time to time. As soon as I got into high school I found people that wouldn't hurt me. They are my true friends.
~end of dream land~
I wake with a gasp as I feel some one shake me. I look up to find Dave. I sigh and look around. My arms are uncovered and I quickly hide them. I sleep without my shades so my eyes widen and I quickly close my eyes hiding my face in my pillow.
"Star? What's wrong with your eyes?" He ask and I sigh. I sit up, grabbing my shades from the half of my bed that I don't use.
"I was in an Aceident when I was little. I lost sigh in both of my eyes. They turned white, but the puiple was fine. The doctors say give it a week and we did. When we when back I could see, but my eyes... Lost the bule color they had. They became creepy. They became like they are now." My eyes are completely white with a black ring where the outside of my puiple should be. There are streaks of all the colors in my eyes. They end where the color of a normal eye would end.
"When I was younger I didn't wear my shades and I scared everyone away." I say and I look down at my lap.
"Not like you Dave, mine was way worse. I had two reasons to scare people away." I say and I grip my hands together beneath the covers. He looks down at me and sighs.
"Go on, I'm waiting." He says and I grit my teeth.
"I see the future. Everyone said I was a monster. That I would never be like anyone else. I knew that but the didn't have to rub it in. This is when I finally started wear shades. I would draw and what I would draw, it happened. Even when the drawings were evil and filled with death." I start shaking and I take a raged breath.
"So later on I... I gave up. I stopped drawing, talking to anyone and I ended up and outcast. I made two friends but lost those in 8 th grade. That's when I-I started cutting." I say and look away from him.
I can tell he's shocked. He quickly grabs my arms to see if I was true. He sees all the gashes on my arms. Also the fresh ones I made the night before. I look up at him and I see tears. My eyes widen and I pull my hands away.
"Wh-why?" I hear him say.
"You don't need to harm yourself over things you didn't do." I look at my door and Drik and Jake are standing in it, I know they are shocked to hear my story. I hug Dave and sigh.
"I needed to feel something other than the emptiness." I mumble getting up. I walk down the stairs and I walk up to the two boys in the door way.
"Well now you all know. Gonna leave me like everyone else?" I ask looking up at them. My jaw is clenched and I shake my head.
"You know what. I don't care." I growl and push my them.
Dirk grabs my arm and I stop walking. I start shaking again. Im crying? I say and I wipe my hideous eyes. "
Who said we were going to leave you?" I hear the British chap say. I pull my arm from the grip and look up at them. My cheeks cheery red and tear stained.
"It always happens this way. They say that and then leave when the realize the danger I'll put them in." I cry more.
"MY DAD NEVER COMES HOME BEVOUSE OF ME!" I scream, my heart broken and scattered. I shut my eyes tightly and I let ragged sobs escape my chapped lips. Two pairs of arms wrap around me and my eyes open quickly.
"We aren't leavin'." Dirk says and I smile slightly. "Thanks you." I mumble.
They release me and Dave finally comes down from my bed. His face is still tears stained. I look up at him and sigh. I hug him tightly and he just stands there.
"How? How could you say that so easly?" He ask and I freeze.
"It's because I have nothing left. No one cares for my life." I say stepping back. The next this I see is the ground. My cheek is stinging and I look up at Dave. He slapped me. I say in my mind and I see my shades shattered under his foot.
"NO!" I cry and push him off them.
"No no no no no no." I say and I sob again.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?" I scream at him and he looks down at me. He takes his shades of and drops them on the ground, shattering them. My eyes widen and I stand.
"We are somewhat the same. Only I fear what will happen if I show people my eyes." I take another shakes breath and look at Dirk. He looks at me wide eyes. His shades done hid the outlines very well.
"See what I mean when I said I had to wear the shades?" I say and look at my feet.
I sigh and I walk to my dresser, I take the key that's around my neck and unlock a drawer. I take out another two pairs of shades and throw one to Dave. I close and lock the drawer again.
"Here." I mumble putting the shades on. I walk out of my room and into the kitchen.
{wow! I made this really depressing. Sorry ppl, guess my stour needed one depressing chapter.}
