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To Bleed, Chapter 2 |
| Written by Chelsea DeCarlo | |
| Wednesday, 16 July 2008 | |
![]() Thirteen years, she's been around. And yet, Emily still didnt know her. She stared her down from across the breakfast table. Katherine had come home this morning. It was bleak. Katherine didn't say a word to Emily. She simply stared right back at her in a less threatening way than Emily was looking at Katherine. "What?" Katherine said in her defiant junior high way. When Emily didn't respond, Katherine left the table and sat on the kitchen counter. "I don't understand you, Emily. Why were you staring at me?" Emily's eyes went to the window behind Katherine's vacated chair. Emily didn't say a word. She was frustrated with herself for giving in last night, and she was fully prepared to take it out on Katherine. The silent treatment usually let Emily calm down, since her tone wouldn't be as friendly. Emily stalked off to her room after Katherine didn't have a fit, and when she got there she closed the door forcefully behind her. She pulled the rubberband out of her hair and let it float around her. She hadn't had a chance to take out her frustration on her sister, so she was going to have to deal with it herself. She got out a notebook and a pencil and started writing down her innermost thoughts. This was her record most of the time, so she could really organize and understand what she was thinking and feeling. She didn't stop until every last stress was on the page, and then she read it again. Katherine is being bratty and not responding the way I want her to. My hand and fingers hurt from all the cuts I don't have to do this, it just happens I know I can control this, I just don't know how She read the lines on the paper three times over and realized she had no reason to be mad at Katherine for not reacting. She couldn't control everything. Her hand and fingers did hurt. That was something else she couldn't control. She wanted so badly for someone to notice. Her friends didn't even know. Possibly the worst part of her frustrations came from the last two lines. It was true, she didn't have to do this, and she knew there had to be some way to control it. The consequences of not knowing how to control it were great. She had to take the small pay off of not hearing things in exchange for hurting herself and letting it have control over her. What was compelling her to do this to herself? It's not like she wanted to do this, she couldn't take the other option of not silencing her conscience. All she wanted to do right now was to cut so deep all the blood drained out of her. Maybe then her mother would notice. Maybe if she died her sister would realize how big of a pain in the ass she is. Every thing would be resolved in the event of her death. Maybe death really was the answer to her problems. It would be so easy to die. Copyright 2008 Chelsea DeCarlo |
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