Chapter 9

I didn't go into the cafeteria during lunch, climbing the stairs to the roof. I sat there as the cool wind whipped around me, the coming winter obvious in the air.

I rolled up my sleeves, old scars staring at me as my fingers traced the long white lines. The bite of the metal tore into my skin, blood blossoming against my skin.

I didn't flinch, I didn't cry, I deserved this.

My mother was right in every sense of the word, I was useless, and second best. I couldn't blame him. I never could.

Paige was beautiful and kind, smart as all get out and was leader material. She didn't have an alcoholic mother that hurt her child the way she shouldn't. She had a father that was actually in her life, a father that actually loved her. She wasn't a failure.