A/N: Cut cakes. Not wrists.

Chapter 4

Hazel POV

"Hey Look who it is, its that Emo slut and look, shes made friends with some emo fags. Ha. Emo slut- Your mom should die for creating you."
Your mom should die for creating you.
Your mom should die.
Your mom's dead.

I immediately got up and ran off crying. I still didn't know my way round school so i just kept running until i found a bathroom or a closet so i crawl up and cry. In the end i found the girls toilet, they were empty so i went to the sinks and looked in the mirror. I swallowed more of my Xanax and i looked in the mirror again,
"your mom should die"
"your mom should die"
"your mom should die"
"your mom's dead"
i kept thinking those words over and over again in my head. I got so angry i punched the mirror. The mirror shattered and fell into the sink and floor. My knuckles were bleeding but i didn't care. I picked up a shard of glass and dragged it hard across my wrists and did it over and over again, i looked down at my wrists and threw the shard of glass and threw it across the bathroom. It smashed when it hit the wall. Id never cut myself before.

"KIRA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I Screamed as she unscrewed the screw on her sharpener, removed the blade and put it to her wrist. "im not doing anything" she mumbled. "YES YOU FUCKING ARE, GIVE ME THE BLADE" I screamed at her.
"NO, I CANT STOP, ITS AN FUCKING ADDICTION HAZEL, I CANT STOP IT" Kira cried back to me. I couldn't understand why she was doing this, she was thirteen. I dont even know how it happened. Kim was attacking paper with a pin and then suddenly Kira brought out scissors and her sharperner from her bag. "Give me the scissors. Now" i calmly but angrily told her. "No there not mine" Kira mumbled. "Fine. Just put them away. And promise me you wont use them"
i clearly told her. "Ok." she slowly put the scissors back in her bag. "Now, give me the blade" Kira reluctantly gave me the blade. I threw it over onto the roof on the school building were i knew she couldnt retrieve it.
I started crying that night, horrified that my best friend suddenly tried to cut herself in front of me. Thinking about the previous cuts on her arm made me cry more. She had another scar on her arm. She told me that she fell off her bike. I know realized that it was a lie and its her cutting her self and she went too far. Mom found me crying, i told her that i missed Ray and Dad and we lay on my bed hugging for a couple hours. i vowed that day i would never cut myself. Ever.

I looked down at the sink, i could see that i had tears rolling down my cheek in the reflection of a shard of the mirror- SLAM!
"Oh look, its the emo slut! Shes the one that started on my boyfriend" oh fuck. I started to walk to the door. "Theres no point, its locked." she called after me. I turned to see the bitch swinging the keys around her finger.
"Oh look what shes done! Emo sluts smashed the mirror! Oh and whats this?" She walked towards me and grabbed my wrist. "Ha! Shes been cutting herself! I think i may just call you 'Cutty McSlut-Slut!" She put her face right up to mine "Your gonna pay for what you did you skank" she hissed in my face. She slammed me against the wall. I fell to her feet. She started punching me over and over. She grabbed a shard of glass, pulled up my top and cut into my back "EMO SLUT". She got up and went to unlock the door. As she was unlocking the door, she turned back facing towards me now standing and hissed "Do anything to me or my boyfriend, or tell anybody what just happened,
and you be hearing the news that your DEAD!". "Fuck You Barbie" i mumbled, i hoped that she didn't hear that but she did, she walked back towards me, and had her face in mine again. "Its cheek like that which is gonna kill you" she slapped my face and i collapsed again, she walked out and i passed out in a pool of my own blood.