Elizabeth

I woke up the next day, and was shocked to see it as time to go to school. I stood up walking to my mirror and saw the scar was still there, I wiped away a tear, from the immense pain that was coming from it.

Suddenly a gold light shun, and it seemed to heal in front of my eyes. The gold gleam shun 10x brighter at the end, before disappearing again.  The lights flickered and Weirdo appeared.  "There you go, gorgeous. I hope you like my gift."

"That was you, Weirdo?" I ask flabbergasted.

"Of course, gorgeous."

I looked at him and grinned, "Thank you so much. . ."

"Well lookie there, you didn't call-"

". . .Weirdo." I finish off my sentence.

He groaned and disappeared again, I sighed and walked to my closet, getting my school uniform.  I brushed my hair in a ponytail, then put on some black dress shoes.

I then went to my necklaces and saw the ones for my family, all neatly laid out.  I then walked back downstairs and saw the usual glares.  Suddenly I felt someone grab me and I was thrown onto the floor, I gasped for breath, and tried to breath, only to not be able to.

I looked up and saw Jasper had thrown me, and then I saw a bloody knife in Carlisle's hand. Tears slid out of my eyes, before I finally was able to stand up. "Eliza. . " Edward asks, his cold eyes seeming to soften.

I shook my head vigorously, before I dashed upstairs, when I got there, I yelled and began throwing things around, ignoring someone's calls. I let loose cries of pain, and yanked open my drawer of important thinks. I pulled them all out and began throwing them around.

The door finally opened, and I looked up to see Edward, upon looking closely I also noticed my door broken. I glared at him and got my drawer throwing it at him, ignoring the sudden sting I had. 

I breathed deeply, in and out. In and out. In and out.

I continued doing so, before I broke again, broken sobs escaping my mouth. I felt arms wrap around me and I yelled loudly, "Get off! Let go! Get off! Let go!"

I just wanted to be free, Edward let go and I saw the brokenness in his eyes. I looked at the door and to Carlisle and Jasper. I looked down, and spotted a blade.

I took it and cut myself against the wrist, eight times. "Is this what you wanted? Huh? Me to break? Huh? ANSWER ME!" I throw the blade and shook my head clenching my head from all pain, "Answer me." I began to chant.

I stood up and ran out ignoring everyone, and ran into the forest, and just kept going, knowing they were following me. Soon I hid in a bush, then I ran again as they passed, to my meadow.

I laid down, and cried myself to sleep. Wondering, why this had to happen to me.

I at least knew one thing for sure — we are still in the beginning of whatever crappy story I am living.

~ • ~

I looked at the razor blade in my hand, the words Jasper told me repeating in my head.  I was useless.

One scar.

Worthless.

Another scar.

Ugly. Horrendous. A freak. A bītçh. A idiot. A loser, a waste of space.

7 more scars.

Why did anyone like me? I should die. No one likes me.

Who would miss me? You? I would not miss me. Would Edward? Jasper? Carlisle? Peter? Will the One Direction lad's? Would the man with blonde hair and gold eyes or the male with brown hair and blue eyes, whom I don't know but seem to mean a lot to me?

Because. . .to me, no one will. Not me, not Jasper, Carlisle, Edward (whom all hate me), Harry, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Liam, nor anyone else I can think of.

I will be alone. Just like everyone keeps telling me.

Like they keep telling me.

I looked down at the blade, my thoughts becoming cleansed as I dropped the blade. Letting sobs shake throughout my body, I was about to cut myself! 

One thing was getting known;

I was letting myself get weaker. To weaker.

~ • ~

I opened my eyes, the Sun down low, and my arms hurting. I looked down at the pain in my arm and realized everything that happened.

More tears streamed down my face, as I realized exactly what I did.

I not only got weaker, I became broken.

So now the question remains; who will help fix me? — Can I even be fixed?

Someone, please answer my question. . . please.