The Aftermath: Chapter 7

Hey guys. Sorry I left again, I had tests and assessments (Which I aced!) and couldn't get on. On to the story!

I sank to the bathroom floor, staring at the silver medal in my hand. One question ran through my mind.

To cut, or not to cut?

I pressed the blade to my skin, but I pulled it away. I closed my eyes as the voice in my head started to scream at me about how horrible I am.

You really think that you're special? You. Are. Wrong. Nobody loves you, no one cares, no one would miss you if you died. You're worthless, you're horrible. I hate you. I hope you die!

I wanted to scream at the voice to stop, but I couldn't do that without rising suspicion. Besides, it was probably right. This is the first suicidal thought I've ever had. The voice keeps screaming, so I decide to please it. I press the cold medal to my right wrist, near the middle and swipe. As a result, blood wells up from the cut. I shiver as endorphins slowly make their way through my body. Now I need it, I need the blood; I need the pain and the endorphins. I cut my arm again, and again, and again until my whole arm is covered in blood. I trembled from blood loss. I stood up and took off my clothes, not caring that I probably stained them for good. I turned the shower on and stepped inside.

I secured the bandage that I had just strapped to my wrist. Sure, my cuts didn't hurt when I first did them, but they sure as hell hurt when I got in the shower. I looked up sharply as I heard someone call my name. I threw on a sweatshirt and raced downstairs.

"Ye- Oh, hi mom, dad."

"Hi sweetie." My mother, Squirrelflight said. She stepped forward and embraced me in a hug. We stood there together for a long time.

I finally let go of my mother and looked at my father. "Hi daddy." He smiled and waved to me. I giggled. I haven't talked to my parents very much since I started my training.

"Where's Jayfeather?" Bramblestar asked.

"Bed. He- he was pretty shaken up about Crowfeath- Crowfeather's death." My family nodded sympathetically.

"Have you had anything to eat Honey Bear?" I blushed at the old nickname my dad has for me. I shook my head.

"Have you?" They both responded no. I grinned at opened the fridge, took out some chicken and the juice. I placed both items on the counter and got out some spices for the chicken along with some vegetables. I mixed the chicken and the seasoning together, cooked the veggies and in about 20 minutes, ta da! We have chicken and vegetables. I rationed the dinner onto three plates and served my family.

I know some people are mad that they're humans. They're humans because I can write easier that way and I can get into more detail. Also it's more helpful for my storyline.