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Chapter 3
After had a hot shower and had gotten dressed in a pair of jeans and a black peasant top Sarah headed back downstairs to go check on Toby.
"Hey Toby, is your Mum up yet?" she asked as she walked into the room.
"Hi, nope, I've been alone since you left." Toby answered.
Just then Karen walked in the room. She wasn't even there a whole minute before she stared barking orders at Sarah. "Sarah, go and vacuum upstairs, the clean the bathroom since you used it last."
Sarah glared at the floor, only restraining turning that look on her step- mother because she didn't want to cause another fight. She was sick of fighting. "Yes Karen," she said as she left the room.
A short time later Sarah stood in the bathroom wiping down the sink. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. "Who does she think she is, bossing me around like that anyway?" she fumed, "that woman has no right to treat me the way that she does." Sarah looked at herself for a while in the mirror. "What happened to you Sarah, you never used to let her walk all over you like this, you would have stood up to her, defied her," she sighed, "not anymore though." Sarah though for a moment about calling her friends. "No. You can't. Like they would want to talk to you anyway." Sarah walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom then.
When she was in her room Sarah locked her door to ensure Karen didn't come barging in. Once that was done Sarah walked over to her vanity and opened the top drawer. Digging down to the bottom of the drawer Sarah pulled out the one thing that kept her going in times like this. Her straight edge razor. Sarah knew that she shouldn't cut herself, but she needed the release sometimes. She pulled up her sleeve and looked at the old scars littering her arm. 'It's not like anybody cares anyway,' she though, 'besides, it's not like I'm trying to kill myself.' Sarah placed the razor on her left arm, about halfway between her wrist and her elbow. After a moment she drew the blade across her arm, cutting deeply, blood pooling around the wound instantly. She repeated this a few times then wiped off the blood and pulled her shirt sleeve down.
What Sarah didn't know was that someone did know what she had done, and someone did care.
A/N: Wow, you bitch and people actually respond. I'll have to remember that. Well this is really short so I'll post the next chapter later today, maybe. It's written so show me reviews and I'll post it.
Chapter 3
After had a hot shower and had gotten dressed in a pair of jeans and a black peasant top Sarah headed back downstairs to go check on Toby.
"Hey Toby, is your Mum up yet?" she asked as she walked into the room.
"Hi, nope, I've been alone since you left." Toby answered.
Just then Karen walked in the room. She wasn't even there a whole minute before she stared barking orders at Sarah. "Sarah, go and vacuum upstairs, the clean the bathroom since you used it last."
Sarah glared at the floor, only restraining turning that look on her step- mother because she didn't want to cause another fight. She was sick of fighting. "Yes Karen," she said as she left the room.
A short time later Sarah stood in the bathroom wiping down the sink. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. "Who does she think she is, bossing me around like that anyway?" she fumed, "that woman has no right to treat me the way that she does." Sarah looked at herself for a while in the mirror. "What happened to you Sarah, you never used to let her walk all over you like this, you would have stood up to her, defied her," she sighed, "not anymore though." Sarah though for a moment about calling her friends. "No. You can't. Like they would want to talk to you anyway." Sarah walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom then.
When she was in her room Sarah locked her door to ensure Karen didn't come barging in. Once that was done Sarah walked over to her vanity and opened the top drawer. Digging down to the bottom of the drawer Sarah pulled out the one thing that kept her going in times like this. Her straight edge razor. Sarah knew that she shouldn't cut herself, but she needed the release sometimes. She pulled up her sleeve and looked at the old scars littering her arm. 'It's not like anybody cares anyway,' she though, 'besides, it's not like I'm trying to kill myself.' Sarah placed the razor on her left arm, about halfway between her wrist and her elbow. After a moment she drew the blade across her arm, cutting deeply, blood pooling around the wound instantly. She repeated this a few times then wiped off the blood and pulled her shirt sleeve down.
What Sarah didn't know was that someone did know what she had done, and someone did care.
A/N: Wow, you bitch and people actually respond. I'll have to remember that. Well this is really short so I'll post the next chapter later today, maybe. It's written so show me reviews and I'll post it.