Cold Sun 5

She didn't know whether to hate him or to thank him; he had snatched the knife away and stood there confused as much as she was. Ethals lips seemed strangly dry and her heart beat nearly out of her chest but her eyes went hazy...1

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Skipping again at seven-eleven with her cup of coffee was so easy. The employees have gotten used to seeing her that it doesn't bother them when she downs three cups of coffee, one bottle of coke, and about five dunkin sticks. They were basically on a name to name basis. 3

Today was not a good day; so far she's had three jocks, five cheerleaders, and about three elementary kids,mean-mug her and throw their jokes into her face. 4

She was too pale, her lips were layered with black lipstick, her clothes were ripped in various places, but worst of all...her mother was the complete opposite. 5

"A fucking perfect bitch." bitter coffee hit hr throat because there wasn't enough sugar. I'm not going back in there just for sugar." she told no one in particular, so she sat on the curb.6

Setting down the coffee, she looked for her favorite pocket of her purse. "It's gotta be here..." her finger glided against a cold, thin aluminium/metal  object.7

Her eyes closed in relief and her shoulders relaxed.While pulling out her crucifix, her refuge, and her only friend,her left arm stretched to the sky so that her sleeves revealed scars. Every cut had a story; from middle school to her junior year in highschool...they were her stories.8

She didn't bother to turn around and see if someone was watching...the employees knew that she cut, they sympathized and told her to watch out for the cops. 9

Almost instinctively, her hand came to rest on a spot that was desolent on her arm..."So bare", she whispered, "so alone". Carefully, she drew a creative line just below the crease of her elbow and leaned back to admire the beauty of her work. 10

"Nothing better to do?" 11

A perfect Barbie doll stood watching behind her. Everything was so perfect about her....the way that she talked, the way that her eyebrows were shaped, probably her family too. 12

"So lemme guess, you're the girlfriend of a jock who's here to torture me just because I tend to cut and just because I wear so much black?" She stood up and felt her fresh cut release more of the venom from her, "right? Well, I get it! If you want to have this spot just so that you can force me to move and humiliate me, fine, I get it!!"13

The girl looked confused. "I hate looking perfect...so many people just don't get it...I'm not a jock's girlfriend, I don't want you to move," she sat down and looked up in a pleading way,"I just wanted to talk."14

"Talk?"15

"Yeah...well no, I wanted to be beside someone who's not fake actually."16

Ethal sat down and the girl's eyes strayed to her hand with the razor and then to her bleeding arm. "My name is Rose..Rose Dew..." 17

Rose pulled out some napkins then delicately bandaged her arm then pulled the blade from her.She didn't do it in an accusing way...she did it in a way that looked like she cared...so Ethal let Rose take her home in her perfect Ferrari.18

From that day on, they were the inseparable...She was the perfect one and Ethal was the wierdo.They were invincible and together they walked through the twisted school hallway,together they were the misfits....19

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The sun felt cold on her skin and the tears came flooding from her eyes. He just stood there confused even more... 21

"What just happened? Why are you crying?" Darin felt awkward and out of place. Her anger he could deal with, but crying, he was completely lost to what he should do.....22