Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl. She loved everything in the whole wide world. Everything was perfect, life was great. But one day you see she discovered something called hate. Some girls at her school were calling her names and pushed her down, she screamed from painBut then she saw the blood pour down her leg from where she was cut, she now knew hate.
She noticed though that when she was cut she didn't think about all the mean names. It hurt a little but not near as much as the words spoken by the girls who were mean. The names kept on coming and she didn't know what to do but remembered other pain. Every time after when she was called names she ran away and felt other pain. She watched herself bleed and hid the wounds. Going on with life knowing it would come again soon. The blood kept on pouring and the scars kept on forming. You see some people hurt and that's where scars come from. Hurting yourself is never good. But those who are hurting just need a little help.
