"That would be lovely! Have you here, even though you would be to busy with work. It would be the exact same thing!" Julia yelled at him. She threw her hands up in the air with a heavy sigh. "Of course, Jamie would make me cry the first day that he come home! I hadn't seen him for seven years and he finally told me why he left. Of course, that would make me cry!" She stated in annoyance. "So there was no reason, to go there, and tell him he couldn't see me!"
Julia watched as Reece went to the sitting room, as she stood in the hallway. "Oh, that's great! Listen to my brother, that's a smart move!" She rolled her eyes. She was shaking with anger, her scars were on fire, and she could feel the tears in her eyes. Everything was going down the drown today, Jamie kissed her, than pushed her away, now she was having a fight with Reece.
Julia felt all of this was her fault. If she hadn't have went to Jamie's yesterday, than Jamie wouldn't be torn between either to kiss her or save her marriage with Reece. Plus, if she hadn't went, than Reece and her wouldn't be having this fight, and they would be having a good afternoon, planning the wedding together.
"I'm sorry!" Julia choked out in a scream. That was a bad sign. With tears flowing down her face, she spun around, and ran up the stairs. She ran straight to the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. All of her emotions were numb, her legs felt like jell-O, and her arms felt to heavy. Julia went to the bathtub, when she was fifteen, and cutting herself. Julia would always cut in the tub, she would soak her whole body in the water, and watch the blood mix with the water.
After Julia stopped cutting herself, she would never use the tub, since she never wanted to be reminded of those horrible memories. Julia turned the water on high, filling the tub. Another bad sign. She went to the bathroom cabinet, opened the glass mirror, and reached in until she grabbed the box of tampons.
From past experience, Julia knew that no one would look in her tampon box for a razor. Even though she had stopped cutting, she would always keep her razor there, it might be just a habit for her, or to remind her that she was above that now. At this moment though, Julia was glad she had it.
Once the tub was filled, Julia turned the water off, and without even taking her clothes off. She slid into the tub, until only her face was above the water. Julia wasn't thinking straight, to many emotions were swallowing her whole, she felt like she was fifteen again. This was the way that she knew how to cope. She raised her left arm up, until her wrist was showing, holding the razor in her right hand. Julia ran it down her old scars, until she got to her clean, unscarred skin underneath.
Without even a second thought, Julia started to cut a small line across the skin, with blurry vision, she watched as the blood ran down her arm.