The love of a blade.

"Why do you do it to yourself?" I ask,
"Because I'm punishing myself for never being good enough,"
That day Scarlett Harper didnt know she would bump into 'the one', literally, she was just trying to get to school. When the worlds biggest boyband attend her school for the rest of term and trys to stop her from her life changing habbit, will she listen or carry on being the musician with a twist. Her strings as her arm and her bow the blade.
With loosing both her parents, she hasnt learnt to trust anyone let alone love them. Will she open her heart or will it stay closed for the person that should mean the world to her?


1. Prologue.

You see that girl to the side of the classroom towards the back, the girl who keeps her head down and tries to get through the day with out many people noticing her. That's me. The girl who always sits alone on the bus with her head phones in watching the world go by through the window. That's me. The one who always finds an excuse to wear long sleves. Thats me. But you probably wouldn't notice me would you? Not many people do notice me.

Most girls my age have 2 or 3 best friends, 90% of the time one of them are probably their mobiles. Mine? It would be what most people stay away from or the most dangerous thing in the room. The blade. There's something about the coldness against my pale skin that makes me feel warm inside. There's something about the way the ruby red blood trickles out of the new mark that carrys my worries away with it. In every persons life there's someone that makes you smile no matter what. For now i still haven't found my person, so the blade's taking their place until they do appear, that is if they do acturaly excist.

Well i'm the girl with the black 'scene' hair with the ends dip dyed electric blue. Although I eat ALOT I dont seem to put on any weight so most people would think I'm anorexic, that's another thing I'm bullied for.

If you haven't gathered I don't excatly 'fit in' I'm the misfit of the school. I'm Scarlett Harper, emo girl in year 11. People go about whispering "Even her parents were ashamed of who she is, so they left her." If only they knew the real story of how i ended up in the dump. But noone do or ever will, they don't need to know about my life.


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