Broken On The Inside

Øne

|Lydia|

"You're fucking worthless, you slut!" A punch to my jaw threatened my braveness. I winced. "All you do is stay at MY house and take up MY space! Why haven't you killed yourself, emo freak?!" My mother's words hung in the air for a second before I felt another strike to my face. It was to my eye this time. I collapsed to the floor, tears threatening to spill out of my non-swollen eye. She kicked me in the gut before leaving the room. I gathered all my strength to pull myself up from the cold, hard floor. My purse was on my bed in the farthest corner of the room, so I crawled over there first. In my purse was my best friend- my blade. Odd best friend, I know. I reached in and felt the cold metal against my fingertips. I grabbed it and held it for a few moments while I thought about what I was about to do. I slid it into my pocket and went to my window. I carefully opened it and slid onto the cold, hard ground. I lived in a one-story house, so it was easy to get out using the window. I ran as quick as I could to the park, which was just across the street from my house. The park had a huge field and beside that is a patch of trees. If you go through the trees, there is a small clearing and behind that is more trees. I always went there when I felt I needed to escape from my life. That is where I'm going now. I sat down in the clearing and pulled the blade out of my pocket. A single tear fell onto the piece of metal in my hand.

|Vic|

"Yo, Tony! Mike! Jaime!" I shouted to my band mates, who were downstairs. "What up, Vic?" Mike said as he emerged from the staircase. Tony and Jaime followed him up and stood behind him. "You guys wanna go to the park?" I asked them. They all spoke different things at once. I heard Jaime say no and Tony and Mike say yes. "Okay then. We'll walk there, it's only down the street." Tony and Mike cheered and Jaime crossed his arms across his chest. We all went out the door and arrived there in just a few minutes. "What do we do no-" Mike started and I shushed him. There was a soft crying in the distance. "Follow me," I said to the guys and we followed the sound of crying. The sound ended up taking us to a clearing with a girl in it. She had dyed white hair, a nose ring, gauges, a bruised jaw, and black eye. She had on a Nirvana shirt, skinny jeans, and black Converses. I figured she wasn't older than eighteen. She was holding a razor and crying. Her arms were covered in fresh cut marks. There was fresh blood on the ground beside her. The guys and I rushed to her and quickly helped the cut marks on her arms. I used my shirt stop the bleeding in her arms and the guys tried to calm her down. The cuts on her arms looked to be self-inflicted and were sorta deep. Not deep enough to kill her, luckily, but deep enough to take a long time to stop the bleeding. A few minutes later, the bleeding stopped and she was stable- for now, at least. We all sat by her- Mike, Jaime, and Tony to the left of her, and I was on her right side. I had her razor in a small, plastic bag that was tucked away in my pocket.
"You okay?" I asked her. She nodded her head yes.
"What's your name?" Mike asked her. She stalled for a minute.
"Lydia," she said.
"How old are you?" Tony asked.
"Seventeen."
"Why are you here?" Jaime asked.
"It's a long story," she replied.
"We have time," I said. She shook her head.
"You guys wouldn't understand, even if I told you."
"Yes, we would," I said, "I'm sure at least one of us could relate to you." I gestured to her arms. One arm had a strip of my shirt wrapped around it and one of Tony's pocket rags wrapped around the other.
"Fine," she said, "I'll tell you."
"My mother abuses me almost every day, so I come here to escape. I decided I couldn't take her abuse anymore, so I came here to try to..," she started to tear up again.
I comforted her, "Try to what?"
"I came here to try to kill myself." I was shocked. I didn't show it though. We all hugged her tightly.
"Why?" I shot a glance at Tony as we stopped hugging Lydia.
"She just said why, idiot," Mike said and lightly hit Tony on his head.
Lydia chuckled.
"Hey," Jaime said to her, "you chuckled."
"Yeah," she said, "I guess I did."
"So, does that mean that you're feeling better?" I asked her.
"I guess so." Everyone cheered and Lydia laughed. I stood up and the guys, and Lydia, copied. "Wait," Lydia said, grabbing my wrist. She lightly held onto my wrist for a second.
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave... please. If you leave, I'll have to go home. I don't want to go back to that hellhole." "You can follow us then, I guess."
"Thank you." She let go of my wrist and we all left the clearing.

Notes

Hello!
This is the first ever chapter of my first ever story.
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