Chapter 4

"Well, well, well where do you think you're going?" Carl yelled after setting Marta down.

Marta stayed silent, her cheeks streaked with tears. Her eyes followed Carl's feet pacing back and forth across the cement.

"I asked you a question and I expect to receive an answer" he demanded.

Marta shook her head, "I-I don't know" she replied.

"You don't know?" Carl laughed, "you know damn well what you were trying to do and if I catch you pulling that again, then you can be sure to wipe that image of you going home out of your little mind!"

Jack looked up, "but Car-"

"Shut up Jack!"

Marta bit her lip and looked passes Carl to Jack. She could see the hurt in his eyes and knew he wasn't cut out for this. She looked back to Carl.

"I don't think that's your decision to make."

Carl looked down at Marta, "oh really? You keep thinking that kid."

With that he walked back upstairs with Jack following close behind him. Marta sighed looking back to window. She wasn't planning on giving up that easily.

Marta woke up the next morning to the sound of the door slamming.

"Come on Blondie get up."

Marta looked up seeing Carl standing over her. Sighing she stood up. She crossed her arms and looked to the floor.

"Now can either do this the hard way or the easy way you choose" Carl explained.

Marta just stood there.

"Listen to me!" Carl said putting his hand on Marta's chin forcing her to look into his beady dark eyes. Chills raced up her spine.

She glared at him, "who the hell do you think you are" she screamed pushing his hand away.

"You better get one thing straight I don't plan to put up with attitude from some little brat like you!"

Marta shook her head, she just wanted him to leave. She didn't even care anymore. Closing her eyes tightly she tried blocking everything out. She swallowed hard holding back her tears. Finally she opened her eyes again to find that the room was empty. She sighed letting the tears fall from her bright eyes.

She blinked and glanced around the room noticing something on top of a small table. Marta walked over to it and carefully picked it up. The morning sunlight shined onto the silvery surface of the blade. Marta's eyes scanned the room once more before she ran back to where she usually sat. She held the blade in her hand and sighed. She never thought that she'd be the type to do this to herself, never. She placed the cold metal to her wrist but before she could bring herself to do anything she burst into tears letting the blade fall out of her hand onto the cement. She looked down at her arm where the cut would've been, tear drops fell onto the spot. For some reason, she cringed and although there was nothing there, she still felt the pain from it. She closed her eyes wanting it to stop, all of it. She sighed and rubbed her arm. Why was everything going wrong? This whole situation was turning her life upside down.