Rachel Karpov Joy
cheaters always win
Good day stranger. My name is Rachel Karpov Joy
. I'm part Russian
! I know, amazing. My age you ask? Well, I'm now the awesome age of 17
. Oh yes.I know. I cant wait to start my own life. I wanna be a journalist
:]. I like to write, it comes pretty easy to me.If you were to ask me what I think ONE word would describe me as...I would say unpredictable
.I mean that.I have a disorder. Im bipolar
. Course I take my meds, but I do forget at times, so watch out
. My favorite song you ask? Well it's Note to self
by From First To Last
What do you think youre doing!
The older woman shrieked and tackled her daughter down.
The little girl gasped in surprise. Mom?!
She yelled in confusion as she squirmed under the woman's grip.What were you doing?
He mother yelled as she pinned down the little girls arms, squeezing a wrist to make her drop a knife.Ow! Mom, you're hurting me!
The little girl moanedHurting you?! You were hurting yourself again, weren't you?!
Her mother growled, feeling the warm stickiness on her daughter's wrist.Do I have to send you back to the psychiatrist?
Her mother whimpered, feeling feebleNo mom! I promise I wont do it anymore!
The little 9-year-old yelled, tears in her eyes.I won't do it! I swear!
She whispered and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
The wrinkling woman stood up, letting go of the little one and went over to the sink, washing off her stained hands.How do I know?
He mother breathed, her face red with frustration.How do I know you wont do it?
She growled, and grabbed for the knife, holding it away from her daughter who looked at it longingly.Cause…I promise.
She breathed and bit her lip. I won't…I swear…
The red-faced woman fell to her knees, dropping the knife next to her.Rachel, if I EVER catch you doing something like that again…
The old woman shook her head slowly.I wouldn't know what to do with myself
Little Rachel looked down guiltilyI won't mom, I'm sorry
She whispered and wrapped her small fragile arms around her shaking mother
Rachel, are you awake yet?
her mother called as she passed the 17-year-olds bedroom. Rachel groaned and slowly opened her eyes then turned to catch the time. For the love of…she knows I cant go back to sleep once I wake up.
she growled, noticing she had way too much time on her hands now. FRREAKING A MOM!
she screamed, her mood swings kicking in. Sorry hun.
her mom said as she poked her head into Rachel's bedroom. Take your pills, because if you snap at me one more time, I'm going to have to spank you like old times. Bipolar or not.
her mother warned with a smirk. Rachel sighed and kicked off her covers, trying as hard as possible to keep control this time. Her mother may have been smiling, but that didn't mean she wasn't serious. Rachel tipped a bottle into her hand then threw her head back as she took her medication. She set the bottle down and took a sip of water from the glass on her bed stand. I should be good in 20 minutes mom!
she called as she scavenged through her closet thinking of what she wanted to wear. Rachel wasn't the average teen, she had OCD in a way. She liked things to be perfect, in place, in order. Her collections of CD's were set in a tower in alphabetical order. If one were to turn up out of place, she would have to start ALL over. Her backpack and binders were all organized and had separators, she was partly known for her cleanliness. She picked out a pair of zebra striped skinny jeans and a From first To Last
T-shirt. After changing into that, she picked out a scarf and wrapped it around her wrists. She didn't like people seeing her old scars, it annoyed her when they gawked at them. She walked out of her closet and to the bathroom where she did her face. Mom?! Where's my flat iron?!
she called from the room as she looked through the cabinets. Her mother came racing in, Here it is sweet cheeks.
her mother breathed and handed it to her then ran back out Ooooooookay
Rachel muttered and rolled her eyes. She turned on the flat iron and did her face as she waited for it to heat up. After, she styled her hair the way she liked it. Oh noodles, almost forgot.
she whispered then grabbed her toothbrush and squirted some mint fresh paste on it. After brushing her teeth, she bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Imma have me some cereal.
she said in a funny way then giggled at herself and grabbed herself a bowl. Her dad sat at the table, reading a newspaper. He looked up at her as she sat down with a bowl of lucky charms, eyeing her wrist. Let me see.
he said flatly and stuck out his hands. Rachel rolled her eyes, pulled off the bandana from around her wrists, and revealed her scarred arms. None of them look new…good.
he said then dropped her hands and went back to reading. Rachel pursed her lips then got up and dumped the untouched cereal into the trash. Im not hungry anymore.
she growled and slid on her checkered Vans. Rachel…
Rachel ignored him and grabbed her bag and car keys from off a hook then stormed outside.
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