Hey guys! I updated so soon! Yay! Lol. Again, this story is a little hard for me to right, I just hope that you understand. I love you guys, all of you, so much for all the support I am getting right now. I just really appreciate everything that you guys are doing to make sure that I am okay. There was this one girl who PM me and told me that she went through it, but that she is getting better, and that she hopes I do to. I like that, it shows that people can relate to my "issues" I guess. Again thank you all!

Jades POV

I just wanted to get out of here... and I knew that I couldn't. I could feel the pain already, the pain of such discomfort before anything even happened. I don't think he was even coming up the stairs yet.

Where was he?

What was he doing?

I wondered so many things about my father. He did a lot of messed up, weird things when it came to the pain he causes me, but usually when he is ready, he will be up here with in seconds. I don't know what is keeping him. A part of me wanted him to stay down there, take his time. But a huge part of me wanted him to just get it over with. There is a lot of things that I am scared of...

You can put my dad on the top of that list.

I don't show that I am scared of things... because I don't want to seem weak, I don't want to seem hopeless. Even more hopeless, that is.

I didn't hear anything from down stairs, I didn't hear anyone coming up the stairs, I didn't hear anything upstairs either. I think that I am okay, for awhile.

"Dad?" I called. Slowly coming up from the ground.

No response. I moved back, away from my door. Then claws, it sounded like, hit the door, over and over again. Then a loud bang. Something was breaking through my door. I quickly ran for the window, grabbing my purse on the way, pushed it open, and climbed down from the side of the house. I ran as fast as I could, heading no where, heading anywhere. I would go to Tori's backyard, not in her house, I would just wait in her backyard till morning, then go to school with her. I hope that she doesn't get mad, I will just say I got locked out of my house or something and I didn't want to get mugged in the middle of the night.

But during that cold night, while I sat in the middle of her yard, I opened my purse, and took out my knife.

I relaxed it on when side of my wrist.

"This is for being a horrible friend." I quickly slit my wrist as I said that.

"This one is for never being good enough." Another cut.

"This is for being a horrible daughter." Another, deeper, cut.

"This one is for being the reason mom is dead." I held my breath and I cut, again, and again, and again for this one.

Six fresh cuts bled on my wrist.

I have to make my other arm even. I have a weird thing about that. This one is in 6 times of pain, so should my other arm. So again I relaxed the knife on the side of my wrist and began to speak.

"This one is for being stupid." Slice

"This one is for being ugly." Slice

"This one is for being fat." Slice

"This one is for making Beck leave." I again held my breath and I cut 3 times for this reason.

Six cuts on my right arm.

Six cuts on my left arm.

Not enough...

Thank you guys for reading this Chapter! It wasn't really much... but I tried to make it sorta interesting.

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God Bless.

Sierra~~