At school the next day, Emma talked with Alexa and Trish about the night before. "And so I told them Eryn was drunk." She said.
"Nice…" Trish laughed.
"I can't believe that your mom believed that Eryn would be drunk. Is she that stupid?" Alexa asked.
Emma shrugged. "Apparently, yes."
During class, Emma was called down to the counselor's room. She went into her office and sat on the chair. As she waited for the councelor she started picking and the leather on the chair.
"Hello Emma. I've heard a few rumors at school at thought I should talk to you. I'm Mrs. Birch." She shook Emma's hand and sat down.
"What rumors?" Emma asked.
"Oh just a few things here and there. Is it true you have taken up drinking and smoking?" Mrs. Birch asked.
"Well…"
"You know what smoking does to you? It turns your teeth bad and your health. You don't want to ruin your beauty." Mrs. Birch interrupted.
"Mhm…" Was all Emma managed to say.
"Well… is it true Emma?" Emma hoped she would cut her off again. Why would they make her see a shrink?
"On some level… yes." Emma said. She never had to say that it was yes on every other level.
"You don't have to. Why would you punish yourself?" Mrs. Birch scribbled a note on her paper.
"Because I like it ok." Emma yelled at her.
"Emma calm down." Mrs. Birch said.
"Are we done here?" The hole in the chair expanded as Emma tore the leather off of it.
"No… I need to know that you are going to be ok."
"I am ok! Now can I go?" Emma dug her nail into the hole and felt a sharp pain in her finger.
"Emma, you don't sound very convincing." Mrs. Birch argued.
Emma's finger slid into the chair, another full blast of pain through her whole hand this time and up her arm until she shook. "Well you better believe me bitch because I have to go!"
Emma ran out of the room and down the hall. She pushed open the door and ran around her school until she reached the basketball court. She sat crying until she thought of her finger. Emma grabbed her hand. Her index finger was cut from the top of her nail to the middle of her palm.
Emma grasped her hand and ran into the school. She ran into the girls bathroom where 2 girls sat fixing their makeup. "Move!" Emma yelled at them. They were two of the girls they made fun of the first night she was drunk.
"Hey what the hell?" One of them yelled. Emma pressed the paper towels to her hand. "Eww you Emo." She laughed.
"At least I'm not as ugly as hell." Emma responded.
"Tara lets go… leave this chick to die." The two girls left the bathroom as Emma wrapped her hand in toilet paper.
Emma hid her hand when she got home. But Rachel saw it before Emma got through her bedroom door. "What happened!"
"I cut it in Shop." Emma mumbled.
"Can I see?" Rachel carefully grabbed her hand and unwrapped it. "Ouch… are you okay?"
"I'm fine…" Emma walked into the bathroom. She re-wrapped her hand and stared at herself in the mirror. She was not losing her beauty, if anything she was gaining more. Her hair was silky smooth, her eyes sparkled and her face did not have a freckle or a pimple.
"What was Mrs. Birch talking about?" Emma wondered.
Emma ran her fingers over her left hand. It stung but the bleeding had stopped. It didn't hurt when it was first cut. Maybe it wasn't deep enough.
Emma woke up late in the night. She snuck into the bathroom and flicked on the light. She had to wrap her hand again. Suddenly someone banged on the bathroom door. Emma jumped, fell, and hit her hand on the counter.
"Oh god DAMMIT!" Emma opened the door. "What the hell do you want?"
Eryn stood infront of her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" Emma ran into her room and fell asleep.