I sat there for a few more minutes before someone came knocking on the door. Oh shit! I thought while rushing to clean up the bloody mess. What if they catch me? I started to panic. "Izzy, are you okay? You've been in there for an hour" Marcia said.

"Um, yeah! I'll be out in a minute!" I said, my voice was trembling. Damn it! She knows I'm doing something in here! Suddenly, the door opened and Marcia and Christy froze in shock.

I looked down to see the blood soaked towel in my hand. "Um, I cut myself…" I said nervously. They continued to stare at me blankly. "By accident or on purpose?" Christy asked. Her face was composed, so I had no idea what she was thinking.

My heart began to pound in my chest and I blushed for the first time in years. That was sure to give me away. I crumpled to the ground in humiliation, hot tears leaking from my eyes.

I felt someone's arm wrap around my body. What was I going to tell her? That I was suicidal? I wasn't, but that was exactly what it looked like. "It's okay" Christy murmured soothingly while stroking my damp hair.

I looked at her, wide eyed. "Your serious?" I asked in disbelief. I purposely cut myself and she says it's okay?! She looked away, embarrassed. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. She took a deep breath. "Well, to be honest, I used to cut myself…I still do" She admitted.

I raised my eyebrows in amusement. Wow, I never expected to hear that. "But it's okay really!" She continued. "Just avoid any major veins and you should be fine" I just stared at her mutely. "I do it too" Marcia said from the doorway.

"Like I said, I know exactly what your going through" Christy muttered. I still didn't say anything. "Well, we'll talk about this later, but right now we should all get some sleep" She insisted. She was right, I felt like I would pass out any second.

I moved silently through the hallway, into my darkened room. Not bothering to turn on any lights, I stumbled over invisible objects, while searching for my bed. When I finally reached it, I collapsed and instantly fell asleep.

***

I was awakened by my heated room. The windows were sealed shut, and my door was closed. I lifted my arm to wipe it across my drenched forehead. My muscles were all stiff.

I moved drowsily out of bed and opened my window. The immediate rush of cool wind sent chills bristling over my sticky skin. I shuddered, remembering something else that felt ice cold…

I grabbed my bag of toiletries and a clean set of clothes, and headed towards the bathroom. "Ugh!" I groaned as I looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were red and puffy from crying, there were bags under them, and my face was stained with tears. I am a mess! I raked my fingers through my knotted hair and ended up pulling out a chunk of it.

I sighed and looked down, defeated. My eyes brightened up when I noticed the small razor I used last night. I hesitantly lifted it from the counter, examining it. I saw my dried blood on it and made a face.

I rinsed it under warm water and dried it with a tissue paper. I pressed the blade againsed my forearm and slid it across slowly, watching it slice the skin. Red liquid spilt out and before it dripped, I held my arm over the sink.

There was a little pain at first, but it numbed down and calmness washed through me. I sighed in happiness and stepped into the shower. My cuts burned under the steaming water, but I didn't care.

After my relaxing shower, my muscles were thawed out and I was feeling way better. I threw on a light pink shirt that said "Royal Bitch" in a silver, elegant script and a white mini skirt.

I finished up by brushing my teeth and I jogged down the steps to find Marcia making chocolate chip pancakes. She turned around with a plate and handed it to me. "Thanks" I mumbled and she smiled.

I forked up a piece and stuffed it into my mouth. "Mmm, this is really good" She turned to face me with a huge grin on her face. "I'm glad" She said proudly.

Christy strode into the kitchen and sat down next to me. "Can't wait to start our first day of school!" She said sarcastically. Marcia rolled her eyes at her and I laughed. I completely forgot that today was our first day of Senior year.

I've been dreading this day although I knew I'd have to face it sometime. "Aren't you gonna eat?" I asked. "After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" I said cheerfully.

"I already ate. I needed to do it early so I have extra time to make myself perfect for my first day of school" She giggled like a little school girl. "I ate too. You're the last one so hurry up before we get there late!" Marcia ordered me in a very 'mom-ish' tone.

I sighed as I put my dishes in the sink and went to the bathroom to get ready. I did the same style last night. Smokey eyes, light pink lip gloss, and loose beach waves.

I chose my ivory coach hand bag since it matched my outfit. I heard the purring of the car outside so I knew they were waiting for me. Out my way out, I slipped on a pair of silver Jimmy Choo heels and white designer jacket in less than five seconds.

Marcia was honking the horn now and so I bolted out the door, thankfully without tripping and let her irritation boil over.