Turn for the worst.

Whoa, new fanfic. Oh baby. Deals with cutting, and yes I do take it seriously.

I don't own crap.

Cassandra 'Casey' Amber McDonald was having a bad day. Her and her boyfriend had broken up for good, she got a D+ on a test she didn't understand, and she was having dinner with her most hated person.

Derek Venturi.

Again he was bragging about some new girl he wanted to have sex with. What else was new? Finally her Mother Nora stopped him. She gave her mom a 'god thank you.' Look. Nora smiled in reply. Derek saw it then started picking on her. "So I heard you and Sammy are finally over." He smirked. "Finally I don't know what he saw in an ugly hag like you." That was the last straw. Casey shot up and knocked her plate across the floor charging up the stairs. She locked herself in the bathroom, and got a "Brilliant" idea. She knew it was wrong, but she needed it. She knew it helped dull the pain of the outside world.

She took out a sharp razor out of the cupboard. And she sliced her skin. She screamed lightly in pain. It hurt, but felt so good. The blood seemed to be all her stress streaming out her skin in one easy step. She craved more. Again, Slice. She had bottled it up for two years. Two years with the devil in human form. The demon of her life. Getting up, she smiled and kicked the toilet. Hard. She blotted the new scars and cleaned up the floor. Once her arms stopped bleeding she recovered them with her long blue sleeve.

She opened up the door to find her mother. She had a worried look on her face. "Casey dear, are you okay?" Nora asked concerned. "Yeah Mom, I'm okay. I've just been having a tough time." Casey frowned. Nora gave her a hug then sent her into her room. She was grounded for breaking good china. But Casey actually didn't care. She quickly changed into her pajamas and sat on her bed thinking her night over. She didn't hear Lizzie her trusty sister comes in.

Casey forgot she was wearing short sleeve shirt. It was no doubt Lizzie had seen the scaring cuts on her left arm. "Casey-y" Lizzie gulped. "You didn't . . . do you?" Lizzie asked, thinking over the memories over how her father had died. (A/N: Yes I do know that he is alive, but in this story...Hes not. Stick that in your juice box and SUCK IT!)

Everybody who knew thought she had recovered from self-mutilation. See, when her father had died she tucked herself into a blanket of depression. But truly, she never actually got over it. Casey drooped her eyes to the floor and sat there silently. "Case-"
Casey cut her off. "I swear I won't do it again if you don't tell." She looked up at Lizzie. "Please..." she begged. Lizzie sighed then nodded. "Okay, only if you promise never to cut yourself again." Casey nodded in response, and with that Lizzie left.

So gullible. Casey thought to herself. She was sucked back into it. No doubt about it. Casey took out a razor she hid under her mattress and grazed it across her skin. But then guess who had to come in? Nora, Lizzie, George? Nope. Not them. Think of her worst enemy…

Yup.

Derek Venturi.

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-Rach.