A Cutters Last Words (Chapter Two)

Lydia had a lot to figure out. She knew Corey needed help. She knew her dictators weren't going to do anything for him. So Lydia turned to Carey once again. She knew she could help. Just talking to Carey and being able to trust in her made Lydia's body move. It made her understand that she wasn't alone. But most of all, she wasn't afraid to open up to Carey.1

Lydia used to be very open with everyone. That was a mistake. That was just like the female dictator. Lydia couldn't have that. But Lydia wasn't like that anymore. Lydia had a circle. A circle of people she knew she could trust and those people would actually understand where she was coming from. Carey was in the circle. Just knowing that Carey was a part of Lydia's circle helped her along the way. 2

As the year pushed on, Lydia found herself confused once again. She was trying her hardest to separate her life into two parts: her school life, and her home life. If she could do that, things would be focused and easier to understand. But she couldn't. Corey was always on her mind, and she knew it showed. People were getting suspicious and Lydia couldn't have that. She needed to hide from the people secluded from the circle. She needed to grab onto something she knew would always be there. 3

Lydia and Corey had grown closer with time, and without saying, Corey knew something was wrong. What he said to her was very important to her. "If they do this to you, Lydia, just know that you'll always have me to turn to. If they kick you out or whatever, they need to know that we aren't gonna take their shit. Okay?" And Lydia agreed with her brother that they would always have each others backs. She knew that whenever the dictators hurt them, they'd have each other. And that's all she needed.4

So, the year was coming to a close and Lydia was scared once again. Many of her friends would be leaving this year to move on to the high school. 5

She would rule the school next year. Lydia didn't want to let go of the year she had had. She wanted to keep it close. She didn't want to move on. But she had to. 6

The knife was sitting by her bedside. It was time for another message.7

'Move on.'8

She would now always have a constant reminder that she had to move on. She had to grow up. 9