How did I get here?

A 16 year-old girl struggles with a Mom that has breast cancer, a Dad that can't see her, and abusive sisters. Her only escape is her boyfriend, who made her promise not to cut herself anymore. When they get into a fight she stops cutting and finds an escape from everything, forever, but someone gets in the way. But her identity is revealed and things go downhill from there.(anything italicized is dialogue by the way.)


1. Chapter 1 My Life

It's 2 a.m. and I'm sitting on my bed wide awake. There is ambulance lights flashing through the window and my deep brown, scared eyes are puffy from crying which matches my dark,long, brown hair falling around my face. I'm Scar, short for Scarlett, Faith Sonstrong and my mom has breast cancer. I know it sounds like a group help place or whatever, but it's the truth. When I tell people that they're like, I'm so sorry, but what's going through my mind is SERIOUSLY my mom will probably die in like 4 months and you're like, SORRY. Up until like 2 years ago my life was normal. Then the chemo started, then radiation, then staying at the hospital for a week at a time, now this. I still have to go to school and act like everything's totally normal though.

Hey Scar, What's up.

Hi Ria. My mom went to the hospital in the ambulance last night.

Oh Scar.

Since our homeroom teacher knew about it, Ria talked to her about it and we went to the bathroom to talk about it. Well more like me sit there and cry about it, but you know same thing. I struggle through 1st period and 2nd and 3rd and 4th. Then there's lunch.

Cheer up Scar. Don't be Mr.IWannaBeGrumpySoI'mGonnaSitHereAndGrouchPerson. Wow, I said that in one breath.

Then even with everything that's happened, I smiled.

That's the Scar I know. Now go up there and sing your little heart out.

I know what you're thinking. Sing? My school does this thing where you can go up on stage in the cafeteria and have a riff off. Or for the uneducated in the music terms, Sing Off. Here's where you learn my talent and passion, singing. It's like a place where I can sing my feelings out and nobody knows it.

Go on sing it, girl. What song are you doing today?

I think I might do Before He Cheats or Titanium.

Then she walked in. Ava Beater the most popular girl in school, my only singing equal, the girl that hates me.

So Scar are you going to challenge me today to a competition or are you to chicken.

All my friends started chanting my name while Ava's friends chanted chicken. I thought I might puke.

Come on Scar do it.


Well here goes nothing. I stepped up and did a little mocking bow.

Your Highness I challenge thee to a singing competition. If the Queen would approve.

Measly peasant. No one can beat thy Queen.

So I take that as a granted, my Queen.

By now we had the whole cafeteria laughing. So we walked up on the stage and each took a mic. We sang until the bell rang and there was still no winner.

5th period was my favorite class because I could write about my life with no one knowing it. Today's fictional topic was "the worst life ever." Oh great, just the topic for my life. Well, I guess this is going to be a nonfiction writing piece instead of a fiction. When I was finished my essay read this:

The worst life ever would be the one I'm living right now. My mom is in the

hospital from breast cancer. She is expected to die in about four months.

My oldest sister abuses me mentally, physically, and emotionally.

She claims my dad is "abusive" though he's not. She's the abusive one.

My other sister, who is the middle one, just goes along with it.

My dad has a PFA against him so I can't even look at him.

So that's my life, the worst life ever.

I wonder what my teacher will do about that. She'll probably try to send me to counseling. Again. For the fifth time. In a month.

It's study hall and I'm doing my math homework when I hear the PA system, "Scarlett Sonstrong please come to the office. Scarlett Sonstrong to the office." I sigh and stand up and collect my stuff. Ms.Miller my homeroom and study hall teacher makes eye contact with me. She knows what I'm doing just like I told her before I got sent to the counselor the first time. I walk slowly down the hall knowing the torture that comes next. When I finally reach the office, I push the door open slowly and walk in. Ms.Gearhart walks up to me and shows me the paper I wrote today.

Would you like to explain this to me.

No, I don't want to explain my life to you. What makes you think I do? What makes my life so interesting to other people? I don't know what to say and I'm debating on finally letting the real person with emotions on the inside or the smartalec person everyone else sees. Finally I decide...

No I'm sorry but I really don't want to explain that to you.

Scarlett, you will tell me.

No, I won't. All I want is to be left alone

I will call your parents Miss Sonstrong.

Oh you mean my dad that can't talk to me and my mom that's in the hospital. Okay you go right on ahead and do that.

I storm out, fuming. No one understands me. I can't even hold myself in one piece or control my emotions anymore. I run to the bathroom and start to cry. I hear the bell ring and get up and walk numbly to the bus not even paying attention to how people won't look or be near me. I go to my seat and stick my earbuds in, planning to ignore everyone. I just wanted Alex. He was the one who understood me, but he went on vacation, go figures. I feel a hand on my arm. I turn around slowly.The hand is strong and firm like..


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