The Fault in Her Scars .

I awoke to Tony shaking my shoulder, and noticed I was back in my own bed.
"What do you want, Perry?" I groaned, turning over.
"I want IHOP. Everyone else is knocked out and I'm hungry. Please!" He begged, giving me a wide grin as I turned to stare at him.
"Okay, fine. Turn around so I can get ready." I said, throwing on shorts and a t-shirt and walking towards my bedroom door.
Tony followed me out to my car as I climbed in and started the engine.

"I love the overcast." Tony commented.
"Me too. It's pretty."

The drive remained silent as we pulled into the IHOP parking lot and climbed out, the rain drizzing slightly.
"Hi, welcome to IHOP! Can I help you?" A voice asked, but I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

It was Jaylene.

The girl who made my life hell in high school.

I gasped and she turned to look at me. "Oh, it's you. We all thought you killed yourself, shame that you didn't. Tell me, do you still cut yourself? Emo freak." She spat out, smirking.
I turned on my heels and ran out to my car, Tony following closely behind as I slammed my door and peeled off. I ignored Tony as he tried to talk to me and he didn't let up, not until I parked my car in the driveway and ran into the house.
I pushed past the voices in the kitchen and climbed the stairs two at a time, locking myself in the bathroom and sliding down the door.
I began to sob as her words repeated in my head.

Tell me, do you still cut yourself?

A loud knock on the door scared me out of thoughts as I heard Vic's strained voice, begging me to open the door. I heard Jaime asking what was going on, panic evident in Mike's voice as he explained what he had seen happen.

I stared around for some type of escape, a release. I saw a silver glint in the bathroom light and reached for Jaime's disposable razor on the counter and slid the blade out. I twirled the metal between my fingers and pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach.
I lowered the blade to my stomach and dragged it across, making line after line until I felt light-headed. I placed the blade back under the sink, ignoring the pounding on the door and wiped my stomach off. I wrapped it with gauze and slid back to the bathroom door, the tears falling once again.

I barely could make out the voices calling my name, but one was very clear to me.

"Sissy, please come out. We just wanna help." Vic pleaded, and I decided I'd hurt them enough.
I unlocked the door and looked for the familiar brown eyes I needed more than anything, immediately throwing myself into Vic's arms. He wrapped his arms around me, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth.
"The waitress, she used to bully me in school." I mumbled. "Can I just sleep Vic?"
I felt him nod in my shoulder as he carried me into my bedroom, placing me into my bed and pulling the cover over me.
"I'll wake you up in a few hours," he whispered while kissing my forehead.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, hoping to forget about today.

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