Chapter 6

     "What did you do?!" Ty shouted, with his wide blue eyes looking at my bloody wrist. I had no idea what to say. I stood there like a frozen Popsicle. He rushed up to me and grabbed onto my cut wrist.

"Have you been cutting yourself?" he asked. He had a worried look in his eyes. Tears were running down my cheeks. I was caught, I was guilty, and I was humiliated. Now he knows that I'm feeling depressed because I've never, ever, cut myself before. What was so wrong with me? Why couldn't I just be like the girls at school? Why does my mind have to be so screwed up that I'm attracted to the same sex?! "Amelia, why did you do this to yourself?" Ty asked. I didn't answer him. "Amelia! Answer me! I'm worried about you." I removed the big piece of hair that was stuck to my wet cheek.
     "Just leave me alone," I said, throwing his hand off my wrist. He now made me feel worse about myself. I knew what I wanted to do.

I went over to my desk and grabbed the scissors.
     "What are you doing?" Ty's eyes widened as he saw me pick up the bloody scissors. He didn't move from his spot though.
     "I don't want to be here anymore, okay?! I hate my screwed-up life! I HATE EVERYONE!" I screamed as I cried. And with that, I took the scissors and stabbed myself in the stomach.

"NO!" Ty screamed. He rushed over to me as I was bending over, taking the unbelievable pain. The scissors were shoved in my body, and blood spew onto the floor. I knew I was done for.

My eyes fluttered as I dropped to my knees. Ty was crying and I began to fall forward. Ty caught me before I landed face flat on the floor and have the scissors stab all the way through my body. He moved me to my back and I began to choke on my own breath. My eyes felt like they were rolling to the back of my head.

Ty was leaning over me and cried, "AMELIA! AMELIA!" He did it over and over again. But soon the sound of him had faded, and my world had darkened...

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     I was standing in the kitchen of the first house that I had ever lived in. Dad was sitting at the table, eating cereal.

He didn't seem to notice that I was even there. I waved my hands around; he still didn't notice me. I tried to talk, but my voice was silent. It seemed as if I was invisible.

     I saw my mom come walking in the room. She was gorgeous; she looked young again. My dad got up from the table and grabbed Mom around her waist. Mom put her hands on Dad's face and looked at him in sorrow.

"Do you have to go?" she asked sadly.

     "Yes. I made a deal with him. Once we get the money, we can be living in the biggest house, and have our children be put into the best schools out there," my dad spoke.

     "I love you," Mom said. She kissed my dad softly on the lips. "Be careful, okay?" She ran her fingers through his hair.
     "I will, don't worry," he walked away from her.

I followed him out the front door and he got into his car. I wasn't quick enough to get into the car though.

But suddenly in a blink of an eye, I was sitting in the backseat.

Dad drove, and drove. He drove the car to the edge of town, or what most people call, the "ghetto place."

He parked the car at the side of what looked like an old factory building and then got out of the car. I stepped out also.

I followed my dad to the back of building where a man stood.

"You got it?" the man gestured, patting his suitcase that he just picked up off the ground.

     "Yeah, it's in the trunk of my car. Let me go get it," my dad said as he headed back to his car. The man followed him.

I examined the man. I didn't recognize him, but what I did notice was an army knife sticking out of his back pocket. I walked a bit closer to the two of them as Dad bent over to unlock his car trunk.

     Once he had it opened, he pulled out a huge crystal. It was beautiful, but it looked rare. The man took the jewel out of my dad's hands and cradled it in his left arm. They stood for a few seconds in silence.
     My dad clasped his hands together and then spoke, "So, you have your crystal. Where's my money?" The man began to feel his back pockets with his right hand. Then once his fingers grasped around the army knife, he pulled it out of his pocket and clicked it open. My dad hadn't realized yet what the man was doing. I wasn't even sure what the man was doing.

But then in an instant, the man took the knife and stabbed my dad in the chest. He twisted the knife and pulled it out creating a hole in my dad, then running away with the jewel. I tried to scream, but all I sounded was silent.

My dad fell to the ground like a piece of dead meat. I tried to move so I could try and help my dad, but my feet were stuck to the ground.

I felt so helpless.

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