Niki's POV

So, I was walking down the hallways, and for some reason seemed to turn around and look at Alex's ass, as the they passed by me. I don't even know why. She just walked passed by me, and I turned around to stare at their ass. What is wrong with me. I need some alone time to set my thoughts straight.

So, I walked home to find my stepdad's car gone. He must be at work. You may be wondering why I call him stepdad. It's because I don't trust him. I think he deserves my mom. But, that's besides the point. I walk into the house to find my mom lying on the couch, crying. What did that bastard do to my mom this time.

"What did that bastard do to you this time, mom?" I asked.

Sniff "Watch" Sniff "Your" Sniff "Language", mom replied.

"Whatever. What did he do to you?" I asked with a poisonous sound to my voice.

"Nothing. He did nothing. Mind your business. When did you get so nosy?" Mother snapped.

"Whatever, I just care about you. You're my mother, I'm suppose to care about you."

"Just go to your room. I'm done having this conversation "

"But-"

"NOW!!!!"

"FINE! BUT, THIS IS WHY I DON'T TELL YOU ANYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE!" I yelled while running up the stairs to my room.

When I got to my room the door was open when I had shut it before I left for school. I walked into the room and slammed the door for emphasis. I quickly searched my room to see if anything important was missing.

*sigh* good no one found my hidden razor blade. I looked at it with great details then ran it across my wrist. It hurts at first but, it then brings my an euphoria. I've become immune to the pain of the blade. I go to my bathroom and quickly gather the gauze and tape. I wrapp the gauze around my wrist and tape the end down, hoping the the blood doesn't seep though the thin layers of gauze.

I jump when I hear knocking on my door. I put on my jacket, and run to the door.

"What do you want?" I asked snakily.

"Let me in... NOW!" My mother shouted.

"Why should I?" I asked seriously.

"Look I know you don't like Jeremy. But he bought us this house so we didn't have to live out on the streets anymore." Mom said as her voice began to break.

"I know but I still don't like him, I don't think he treats you right." I said as my voice began to break. GOD DAMMIT why am I so emotional? I put my hard on the wrist I cut and begin to squeaze my wrist, feeling the pain from cut.