I don't know what it was. The words? They didn't bother me. The physical beating I got? I could handle it on my own. But for some reason, these sharp silver things attracted my eye. I put it on my arm resting there. It glistened in the light. So shiny , so bright. Soon I proceeded to rub the sharp blade across my arm. I don't know why , but it felt like I escaped this crappy world we live in. Then I hear a drip on the concrete floor. I look at my arm. That's the drop came from. It was blood. Soon I realized someone was watching me. As I run, I cluelessly drop the blade and it makes a singing noise . Hopped the fence & went into the graveyard . Suddenly, without that blade it felt like I belonged in that cemetery . In one of those graves . That's where I belong. With the dead . Im too weird for even the real world to comprehend . Not even my parents get me . Or my "friends". Because well...story time children . One time during school (More like every day) my friends made plans without me. While I was there. So I asked why I wasn't invited. Flat out then and there they said that thing. The thing that killed me inside. They said they only hang out with me because they feel bad. Not because they like my style or attitude . Crushed. Wow. Am I really that weird?
CHAPTER 1
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A Suicidal Story
Teen FictionThe girl doesn't understand why she's cutting until she resells the story o her "Friends"
