Nibble


Nibble
What's worse... to be abused, or ignored?




      I hadn't even realized that I was bringing my hand up to my mouth when Nick suddenly swatted it away. I pulled back, "Geez."
"Sorry," he muttered, his cheeks ablaze. I shook my head quickly, tucking a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear before realizing what I was doing and untucking it. "Thank you," I said, not looking him in the eye, "Crap, that was close." He smiled slightly and turned from me, to head back into the school, and then turned his head to say one last thing before he left me there, "Bad habits are hard to lose, huh?" I sighed, already having to untuck my hair from behind my left ear. "You have no idea."







The yelling got louder. I turned my iPod up to full volume, but it didn't help. It didn't droan it out. Harrison paced the room back and forth, pulling on his hair and blinking quickly. I closed my eyes and pulled the blankets up farther over me, pushing my earphones into my ears to block out the noise. To block out the fighting. And I didn't stop myself when I started nibbling on my fingernails. I didn't stop myself when I pulled back layers of skin with my teeth from the tips of my fingers. Not even when it started bleeding.


Remi has finally reached her senior year, and she wants nothing more than her freedom- finally being able to escape the yelling, like Harrison did a year ago. She doesn't think anything could make this year bearable, not even her close friends Lindsay and Gabrielle. She has to make it through this school year, and then she'll be done. She has to make it through this school year without nibbling again. 




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