DING
DING
DINGMessages filled her Twitter direct messages and notifications. Not like she was popular. She reluctantly clicked on her direct message icon and read the things people had to say to her.
Slut
Whore
Go die
Y r u so stoopid?
These were normal things for her to see. She wiped a tear from her eye and ran up the stairs to her room. She took out a pencil sharpener and vigorously tore out the nail and ripped out the blade. She held it up to her clean, un-marked wrists. Is it really worth it? She thought.
She swiftly drew the blade across her wrist and then screamed at the pain. When it faded away, she grabbed a bandage from her emergency first aid kit. She cleaned up the blood around the surrounding area and placed the bandage on her wrist. She stood up, walked out of her room, and headed down the stairs for a snack.
The doorbell rang.
She yelled to her mom working in the office, "I'll get it!" She headed to the foyer and opened the door. She felt a wave of cold air whoosh in as she opened the door. There were two, eleven year old boys standing there.
Great, some kids from my school.
"Hello," she began. "Would you like to-" and was cut off by a large slam in the forehead, and then on her stomach. 'Eggs' she thought and dodged a blow to her new Uggs and slammed the door in their faces. She collapsed to the floor and bursted out in tears.
"Kayla, are you okay? Why are you covered in eggs?" She heard her mom say as she rushed to the door. All she did was point out the glass window on the door to the boys running down the street with more egg cartons. "Oh, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up." she said and walked her daughter to the bathroom.
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She ran into her room and got ready for bed. She picked out a sweatshirt with long sleeves to wear the next day. She made sure she had a pencil sharpener in her backpack to "sharpen her pencils"
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Slowly Dying
Teen Fiction"Your worthless" "Pathetic" "Just kill yourself already" Yeah, maybe I will.