Everything has Changed

Mollie's life is beyond terrible. Her alcoholic mom could give two shits about her, her father is no where to be found, and her older brother left when he could. She has never really had any friends. Never really had a boyfriend. She is no where near popular. Her life is just upside down.
But.... Then comes Jordyn. He changes everything. Just to think that one boy could change everything is a big deal.


1. She made me do it

      Jordyn busted through the door and gasped at what he saw. My body laid there motionless and pale. 

    " Mollie! " I heard him faintly scream.

He dropped to the ground and grabbed my corpse. " Wake up! Please Mollie. I take it back! I take it all back. I love you." 

Everything became dim and a bright flash took over my mind. 





    I brushed the blade slowly against my skin. Oh, how the pain felt so good. I pushed the blade down harder and again I took a large stroke against my wrist. I love not caring if I go too deep into the layers of skin or if I loose too much blood. I mean, if no one else cares, why should I? I sat there, stroking the blade against my wrist, when three loud bangs pounded on the door. 

"What!?" I shrieked in tears.

"Open the door, Now." I could tell by the voice that it was my torturing mother, but I didn't care. 

I kept quiet and waited for her to scream again because I loved to hear her get angry at me. 

"Mollie! Open the door." She tried again.

Still, I did not answer her.

"I'm going to give you until the count of three.... One.... Two..... MOLLIE."  She pounded open the door with her foot and looked at me like I was a physco. 

"What? You're the one who makes me do it." I calmly said with a single tear on the apple of my cheek. She let out a bloody scream and came running towards me.

She fell to the tiled floor and blood seeped through her stained sweater. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't. She ran into it. I couldn't move the blade in time. 

I stood up from the floor and ran out of the bathroom. I kept running until I got outside and sat on the steps for a few minutes thinking. 

"Mollie? Are you okay?" Our neighbor, Ms. Millens, asked. I guess she saw the blood that was rushing down my arms. I stood up and walked to her.

"Mollie?" She said.

"My mom. She made me do it..... She made... me do it." I stuttered as I burst into tears.

"What are you talking about Mollie?" She asked me.

"My mom.. She got hurt, but I promise I didn't mean to do it. She made me." I answered.

Ms. Millens pushed me off to the side and ran into my trashed home. I again sat on the front steps of my porch. 

Thirty minutes later two ambulances and a cop car showed up at my house. 

An officer walked up to me and started to questioning me about my mom.

"Sweety, what happened?" 

"She made me do it." I told him.

"She made you do what?" He asked.

"She made me do it...." I said again.

The officer looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Duhbue! Officer Duhbue!" He yelled.

A female officer walked up to us and they quietly whispered to each other some mixed words and then she took me to her car. I sat in the back seat and just watched as they pulled my mother's body out of my house on a stretcher. I can't believe I'm a murderer.

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