My world stopped for a moment.

Zach.

The one thing I had.

The only thing I had.

I have to tell him first, I can't let her tell him.

He will never forgive me.

I will never forgive myself.

Please give me a week. I will tell him.

My fingers typed. Send.

One week, exactly 7:00 p.m. next week. Hurry slut your time starts….NOW

Thank you Lord.

What can I do now? What should I do now? How was I supposed to say to my boyfriend "Hey when I first talked to you I wanted to break your heart but now I am in love with you please don't leave." Yeah that sounds perfect. Note the sarcasm.

But there was only one thing I could really do now, and that was sleep.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Gallagher Girl, come on baby come on and get up. I have a surprise for you." Zach whispered in my ear.

"No." I slurred trying to hide myself from him with blankets. I could feel the smirk on his pink lips.

"You asked for it." He warned, I heared him crack his knuckles and a deep chuckle rose from his throat.

I soon was attacked by a pair of two tan hands tickling my stomach.

I let out a shriek of laughter.

"Zach please stop!" I laughed, I was too darn ticklish.

Zach stopped right away, he had me pinned down on my bed. His dark chocolate brown hair covered a little bit of his emerald green eyes and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I lost him.

"You look sexy when you are focused." He whispered his voice a little deeper since it was early in the morning.

"Gallagher Girl, I'm going to kiss you now." He told me.

He leaned his head down and our lips met.

Just a second, though, because in came a baseball from outside.

I pushed Zach off me.

Not again.

Not again.

Please, not again.

I ran toward the broken window and saw the white car leave the scene.

This is not fair.

I have done nothing wrong.

I looked at my drive-way, shaving cream all over my car, toilet paper covering the house and words written in chalk on my drive way.

Slut.

Cunt.

White trash.

Attention Whore.

Emo.

Freak.

Fugly.

Loser.

There were more words written but I couldn't read them my eyes could no longer see because of all the tears.

They came back.

I let out a scream of terror as I saw a message written on the baseball.

I now understand why your dad killed himself Cameron, he found out you were his daughter.

I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. I fell on the floor, and then I saw it.

It was shinny. It was silver. It was sharp.

I grabbed it. I promised myself I wouldn't go back, I was strong enough, I didn't need that. Well I was wrong. I softly sang a song I wrote a while ago.

"She paints a pretty picture,

But this story has a twist,

Her paint brush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist,

She paints her pretty picture

In a color that's blood red

While using her sharp paint brush

She ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading

Quite slowly on her arm

The blood is not racing through her

She can do no harm

She painted her pretty picture

But the picture had a twist

You see her mind was the razor

And her heart was the wrist."

I finished the song, and I looked down at my wrists. My cuts were reopened, I could hear the banging on the door by Zach, I could hear him cry because of my lyrics. But everyone and everything soon tuned out as I soon felt the pain I deserved on my wrist.

And I saw my blood cover the floor.

Okay, this chapter was really deep. If you cut, or are suicidal or depressed please talk to me. I know how you feel. The poem Cammie sang was from tumblr. And I just want to say sorry for my M.I.A. You guys should go and thank zachandhale because she reminded me to update this. I love you all!

~Hope

P.s. next update should be soon.

P.s.s do you guys like short chapters like this and frequent updates or longr chapters less updates comment please!