hbChapter 6

Another Seven Years of Bad Luck

She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, clad in a green terry cloth towel. Her face was pale, her cheeks were sunken in, she looked small. She felt small. She was disgusted with herself, with him, with everybody. She looked towards the shelf underneath her mirror and above her sink, a pink bic razor sat alone. She'd never done it before. Only seen it in movies. She stared at it for a good ten minutes, thinking.

She'd done a lot of thinking over the past couple of days, since her fight with Seth. His words hurt her. Cut her. Sliced her open and sucked everything out of her. And she had no idea why it had affected her that much. It was scary to think that one person had so much power of you. And you can't control it, partly because you don't want to, and partly because you want to too much.

She hadn't left her room in three days. She hadn't eaten in three days. She hadn't seen Seth in three days. She was in the worst pain she had ever been in. Because of him. And because she was too weak. She picked the pink razor up and pulled the little plastic cap off and put it against her skin and pressed down… she pulled it away quickly. She couldn't do it. She was too weak to cut herself? She would let others cause her pain, but she won't cause herself pain? That only got her pissed. She threw the razor across the room. Tears now streaming down her face, that's all she ever did, cry. She turned and faced her mirror and threw a punch with her right hand. The glass shattered. Pieces flew all over, pieces of her mirror nicked her skin all over her body. Her hand was bloody, pieces of glass embedded in her skin. Drops of blood hit the floor along with other pieces of the mirror.

Another seven years of bad luck, she scoffed, as if it would make a difference.

Her body wracked with sobs as she dropped to the floor, rocking back and forth, clutching her right bloody hand.

She didn't know how long she was there until she heard her cell phone ring. She slowly and pathetically crawled over to her nightstand and picked up her phone, not bothering to look at the caller id, she pressed the green button.

"Hello?" Her voice was shakey.

"Sum?"

"I'll be right over."

Dial tone.

Summer needed someone. Marissa would always be her friend, and she was glad she felt the same way.

Marissa raced up to the Roberts' front door knowing it would be unlocked she opened the door and ran upstairs to Summer's room. Her heart was pounding, she had never heard Summer like that before.

"Summer?" She said as she neared Summer's door. Hearing no response, she went in and immediately stopped. The room was a mess, there were clothes all over the place, there was glass on the floor, and Summer was curled up beside her nightstand, still in her towel and covered in blood.

"Oh, my god, Sum!" Marissa ran over to her distraught friend.

"Marissa? I need you right now. I don't know what's happened to me." She started crying again, truly in need of a friend. Marissa leaned over to the girl and wrapped both arms around and let the lost girl cry.

Marissa had helped Summer clean herself up, she bandaged her hand and listened to Summer explain what had been happening in the past few days. Marissa was shocked, to say the least, that Seth had said that. And shocked at Summer's reaction. Marissa was so worried about her friend and had no idea how to help her.

Summer was surprised at how easily she had told Marissa everything. But also relieved, it felt good to tell someone. She knew she had over reacted, but she didn't do it on purpose, she just blew up, not just because of Seth, but everything; her father, her mother, stepmother, school, Zach, and Marissa. It was an extended rage blackout.

"Marissa?" She turned to Summer. "I'm sorry, for the things I said, I don't know-"

"You were just saying how you felt, and so was I. And I'm sorry too, Sum. These past five days have been hell!" Summer and Marissa hugged for, like, the fifth billionth time that day. But it felt good to have your best friend back.

After the pulled apart, Marissa didn't know how to go about saying this to Summer so she just let it out, totally, randomly.

"I think you have to talk to Seth."

"What?"

"Well, you know, I mean, at some point. He's totally miserable! I mean, like, the only real reason he even gets up in the morning to go to school is to see if you're there, which you haven't been for the past three days, and I know he's called like a billion times." Marissa took a deep breath then shut up.

Summer knew she would have to see him again, and that she would have to go back to school, but… she really didn't want to!

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So…are you going to school tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

Summer's mind was filled of different scenario's of how tomorrow would go. And she really hoped Seth was as miserable as Marissa said.

I know it's kind of short, but I wanted to post something.

And OMG Seth was hilarious in tonight's episode! The whole 'stealth' thing, and not to mention the extra skin in the wife beater, it really works better on Ry, but still so hot!