| Jordan |
I was sitting in class not paying attention, as usual. Its really hard to pay attention when you have a lot on your mind.
It was raining outside this has to be one of my favorite kinds of weather. To me the rain represents the earth crying because of all the horrible things people have done. The bell rang, stopping my train of thought. I was always the last person out of the class, trying to prevent friction between myself and the other students.
I walked to my locker, snatching the multicolored notes off. The words on the paper hurt just as much as they'd hurt the whole school year. "Fat," "Whore," "Just kill yourself already!" "Maybe one day i will." I said walking out the school.
-Home-
I opened the door to a empty house, like it always is. I walked to my room and slamed the door. I ran to my closet and started searching for my blade. I finally found it and sat down and cry and slicing my arm up. Blood dripped everywhere, but i kept going. Nobody knows my story, nobody ever bothered to ask....so how bout i tell you from the begging.
