I opened my eyes staring up at my dull ceiling. I reluctantly pull my blankets away from my body and slowly walk to the bathroom. There they are, my friends, my life, my everything, I am staring at the dozens of blades in my top drawer. I take the top blade and pull-up my jacket and press the blade into my cold skin. It feels relieving, like I'm being taken away from reality. I slide the blade across my arm, It makes a small incision, then I put even more pressure on the blade and my skin splits open. It feels so good. I do this for about 15 minutes, there is blood on the countertop and it is running onto the floor.
I walk into my closet and pick out an outfit, a black singlet top, a pair of denim jeans and a flannel over the top. I slide out of my pyjamas and throw them in the floor, I look at myself in the mirror, why am I so ugly? I say to myself. A tear rolls down my cheek, and blood drips from my arm. I eventually come back to reality and put on my clothes
I am halfway to the kitchen, then my stepbrother appears "Hey Shailene!" Jack my step brother says,
I just keep walking
"HEY BITCH! MY SON IS TALKING TO YOU" my stepdad yells at me. He grabs me by the collar of my shirt and slaps me across the face, he throws me to the ground and walks off. I reluctantly get up from my position on the floor and make my way into the kitchen. There is my mum, as usual, passed out on the couch. I go to the pantry and grab out the cereal, I open the box and there is none left! I decide to go without breakfast and I grab my backpack and put on a pair of converse and head out the door.
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Cuts of love
Teen FictionOne teen who is emotionally unstable, who is suffering from depression and domestic violence, finds the love of her life? 16 year old Shailene has a hard time fitting in at home and school, she is self-conscious and has anxiety. How will she find he...
