Misery POV:
"I'm sorry I don't fit your definition of beauty." I whisper into the mouthpiece of my cell phone. I hang up and walk into the bathroom. I look down at my blood stained dress, the bloody silver blade in my hand, and scarred arms. I turn the fosset of the bath gently and run my blade through the cold water. I keep it running. I step in and slowly sink down the ice-cold water with my clothes still on, Taking advantage of my parents not being home. The water turns a rusty red as the blood wipes off my arms. About and hour later I throw on a baby blue nightgown and bandage my arms. I pull my red hair back into a tight braid. I brush my teeth and then wash my face in the sink. I hear a knock at the door... It's frank from school. "Hi" he says awkwardly. "Hai." I answer back. "Umm, come in?" He smiles and nods. For a while we sit on my couch in awkward silence while frank just smiles at me wildly "So umm...Frankie...?" Why are you in my house?" I laugh gently.