Deep Cuts

Summary: Faith is a depressed girl who goes to Sunnydale high. She's been used, abused, and picked on. Angel is an exchange student who comes to Sunnydale and falls in love with her. But will she feel the same? Will he be able to save her? Faith/Angel

Rating: R

Prologue-Bleeding for You, Except I Put the Wounds There

Faith looked down at the new cut on her right arm, she watched the blood flow slowly out. She wiped her eyes as more tears streamed down them. She took the steak knife and made another cut, and made the cut parallel to the other one.

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Faith woke up at the sound of her mother screaming. She heard a glass shatter against the wall. 'Probably another beer bottle,' she thought as her mother kicked the door open.

"Get up! It's time for school!" Marjorie shouted beer bottle in hand.

"It's Saturday," Faith said pulling the sheets over her head.

"Then get out! It's Saturday, go out with your friends!" Marjorie shouted.

"Don't have any," Faith said as she snuggled into the blanket closer.

"Then just get the fuck out!" Majorie shouted.

"Go away you drunken whore," Faith shouted sitting up in bed.

"I will drag you out of here, I've done it before, remember?" Majorie shouted.

"Yeah, when I was six! I'm bigger now, just try to take me old woman!" Faith shouted. That's it, Majorie was pissed, she threw the bear bottle she was holding. Faith dodged it and grabbed some clothes, she ran into the adjoining bathroom. She quickly got dressed and headed for the front door, followed by Marjorie's screaming at her.

"Fuckin' bitch, fucking kick me out of my own fucking house," Faith said fully dressed in black clothing. She walked into the park, it was all too cheery, kids playing with their friends, and lover's walking hand in hand. She would never have any of that, she would probably die before she was twenty. Her mother would probably kill her in a drunken rage. Faith looked at the scars covering her arms, all red, some of them have healed, but the scars will remain. She liked to make herself bleed, it was the only way to numb the pain. And there was a lot of pain to be numbed.

Faith found an empty park bench, she made herself comfortable, she closed her eyes, and went into her dream world.

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Faith woke up, it was night. She had slept all day. She wasn't gonna go back home, not back there, she would rather stay out in the cold, and freeze to death. She actually wanted to die, she couldn't help it. Her life sucked.

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Angel stepped of the plane, and saw her aunt and uncle, waiting for him. 'Oh, fucking great,' he thought, 'time to put on a fake smile.'

He walked over to them. He heard all the complements before, but now he was hearing them again. "How handsome you are, ('no comment') you've gotten so much taller (no I didn't you've gotten shorter') how we've missed you ('bullshit!') You re gonna have suck a good stay ('what you're dying?') Your cousin has missed you so ('may I kill him?') We have so much to talk about ('no we don't.') Let's go home ('may I die first?')," they said all the complements they didn't mean, what they really wanted to say is: If you fuck up you're going back to Galway, get us pissed and we will beat you to the ground.

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