Brie's Point of View

I unlocked the hotel room I shared with my sister and as soon as I walked through the door Nikki asked

"Who was the lucky man?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said my voice cracking.

"You okay?" Nikki asked.

"I'm fine," I lied and went into the bathroom.

I shut the door, and sat on the ground breaking down crying. How come every guy I pick is an ass hole? I thought Dean changed a little, but I was wrong! Sometimes I want to die, and get away from it all. I looked at the razor sitting on the counter. I got up and grabbed it off the counter. I thought to myself no one cares about me, so they won't miss me when I'm dead.

I started cutting myself on my wrists. Blood oozed out, as it fell to the floor, before I could cut anymore Nikki bursts the bathroom door open.

"Brianna, what are you doing!" Nikki yelled.

"No body cares about me Nikki," I said.

"I do," Nikki said.

Nikki grabbed a wet cloth and put it on my wrists, I winced in pain.

"Brie, why did you cut?" Nikki asked.

I told Nikki about everything, that happened last night, she listened to ever word comforting me.

"That's not a reason to cut," Nikki said.

I was about to speak, but I got interrupted.

"Brie, next time just talk to me, I'm always here for you," my sister Nikki said.

"I will," I said.

"Brie, promise me you won't cut ever again, cause if you do I will have to tell wwe," Nikki said.

"I promise," I said.

Nikki and I did our awkward hug.

"You look like a raccoon," Nikki said.

I looked at my mascara and she was right.

"I know," I said

We bogged laughed, I have a great sister.