She takes a deep breath in, you can do this, she thought, her mind flashing to being called fat, freak, slut, whore, it all felt so true, I deserve this, she shouted out to an empty room, there’s nothing special about me, why should I live, she touches the razor to her skin and makes the first cut, the blood running down her arm, tingling, it felt so good, yet was so bad, how could something so sweet, be so wrong? It was her guilty pleasure, she cut again, deeper feeling the blade cut through her skin, feeling something, your worthless she yelled out and she cut again, and again and again. At school in the morning she pulls her sleeves down and puts a false smile on her face, what would happen if people found out? She knew she should stop, but she can’t, it’s an addiction, it has amazed her, how quickly she can devote herself, to destroying herself. The girls at the back of the class teased her again today, she smiled and laughed with them, pretending she didn’t hurt, but she did, she thought back to all those day when she’d won the battle to the razor and to last night, when she lost, and it felt good. She blocked out the rest of the world and walked home, on the way, the girls came up to her and started pushing her around. She fell and they all laughed and mocked ‘f-reakkk!!’ Echoed in her head, finally she’d had enough, she pulled up her sleeve and a year streamed down her face, this was her dark secret, how could she give it away? The girls looked shocked and guilty.
See she said, you hurt me everyday, this is all because of you and your stupid pathetic words, you make me feel worthless just think about it next time, the girl stood up and walked away, leaving the bullies speechless, the main bully went to the girls house that night to appologise for everything and to try and help her, her mother answered the door in tears,here she said and gave her an envelope addressed to her, she’s gone because of you and then she slammed the door shut, the bully read the message inside and it said,
” my last cut, the deepest, you gt what you wanted now I’m finally free”
Think before you say,
This is my own work, for the week of scars please join in, I will post a picture in a min:) xox