VIOLET

Lunch was very awkward. All my brothers were staring at me and i just poked my plate of pasta. You probably must be thinking, who wouldn't like cheese pasta? And with rich cheese? Extra creamy and soft? 

That's me.

Anyways. Lunch went by quickly, I managed to eat half of my plate, but Xander kept glaring at me. He called me an ungrateful brat and said I never appreciated anything. He even said it was no wonder my mum kidnapped me because I was so picky.

Tears flooded my eyes, and I ran away from the table without looking back. I went up to my room and now I'm here, crying on the bathroom floor, holding a razor and a knife.

My hands were shaking as I put the cold knife on my thigh and made a cut. Blood quickly surrounded me, trickling down my legs. The pain felt distant and numb. I made another cut, and then another, and another, each one adding to the pool of blood around me. 

I tried not to think about my old memories, so I focused on what I was doing. I sat there and thought for a moment.

Was i really an ungrateful brat?

I got memories back in the days when Olivia and I would share our stories. I remember the first time I even told her that I lived an abusive life. She used to remind me that i was just a broken angel. 

Cheesy much? Sorry but if you think that is, we were young. I was about 13.

Sighing I slowly got up and my eyes widened.

I let out a small shriek and slipped over the blood and fell headfirst to the bathroom floor hitting exactly where I hit my head on the rail of the staircase.

Hot tears streamed down my face, and it took me moment to realize that i was crying again.

I pinched my arm and got back on my feet ignoring the pain. I went to the shower head and washed away most of the blood because the cuts were quite deep and won't stop bleeding. I quickly wrapped a bandage and secured it with more gauze. 

Just as i got back to my room my phone started to ring. I looked up at the caller ID And saw that it was a facetime call from Olivia. I panicked a little because it had been years ever since we last called or even met.

I Answered the call, and my jaw dropped. Olivia looked like a freaking goddess. Sure, she had changed but she only got prettier. Liv was the prettiest girls in middle school. Her beautiful hazel green eyes, natural freckles, and her red hair. Liv chuckled at my expression but then her jaw dropped.

(Normal is violet and italics is liv)

"Liv, you look beautiful. How are you?" I spoke my voice hoarse from the crying. My eyes were probably puffy and red, and my face looked ugly, no i looked ugly.

"Nevaeh..." Her voice trailed off as her smile turned to a frown and her eyes became glassy.

Yeah, liv always call me either Nevaeh or Vi.

"Vaeh, you...What did you do?"  She smiled sadly. "You hurt yourself, didn't you? Vaeh..Listen to me. Don't ever hurt yourself. Okay? You probably can't promise me, but please vaeh. You are beautiful, your scars are what makes you even more beautiful. No matter what anyone says, don't do that. Please vi."

She said a tear escaping her eye. I looked to see that my camera was also showing the view of my bloody thighs. 

"Liv shut up. I said how are you?" I asked getting a bit irritated. I forced a little smile.

"I'm fine," She sighed in exasperation. "What about you?"     "Same old." I replied collapsing on the bed.

"I don't know what else to say. But me and my mum and heaven are flying out to Brooklyn again for 8 months." She spoke into the phone her face in a huge smile.

"WHAT!? NO WAY!" I grinned. She nodded her head and showed me her tickets and her suitcase.

"In three weeks," She smirked. We both talked a bit more about our lives until liv asks me if i would tell my brothers about my parents. It makes me stiffen and i stutter out a answer.

Maybe someday," I replied, trying to sound hopeful.

"Alright, I should go now. It's getting late here," Liv said, glancing at the clock.

"Yeah, me too. Take care, Liv. I miss you, see you soon," I said, my voice softening.

"I miss you too, Vaeh. Stay strong, okay? We'll talk soon, "she said, blowing a kiss to the camera.

"Bye, Liv," I said, ending the call.

I clutched the phone to my chest and took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. Just as I was about to put the phone down, it buzzed with a new text message. I glanced at the screen and saw it was from an unknown number.

I clicked the message in confusion, and it was from Facebook. I never used it, i made an account but i barely use it and i never text anyone. So, who could this be?

I gasped at the name. Mills!?

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I smiled at our conversation. Mindy apologizing is something very weird. Maybe it's just a trap?

She seemed pretty scared. I mean, even though i didn't see her in person her rambling text made some sense.

Did anyone threaten her?

My mind drifted to Amelie, who questioned me about Mindy earlier. Could she have possibly threatened Mindy to apologize to me? I make a mental note to ask Amelie that later.