Seven

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When I woke up the house was quite, I forgot that my parents had gone on vacation. I went to the bathroom, then I got ready for school, trying my best to cover up my bruises. I didn't look to bad with my make up on , so I headed for school. I left the house not bothering to eat.

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When I arrived I saw them, it was only three of them. Calum wasn't there. He hasn't been hanging around them lately. I wonder why. When I got to them, they attacked me right away. Luke keep punching me in the stomach, Ashton keep kicking me and Michael only throw a few punches here and there. When they decided it was enough they walked away, laughing at how week and useless I am. I got up and some how managed to get to the washroom. No one was in the washroom, so I went into a stall and took out one of my blades I cut 3 times. One for each of them, they are just another reason for me to hate my life. I cleaned myself up before the bell rang. I got out, got my things for my locker and headed into math, it was my first class.

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I had survived math and history, it was lunch now, but I didn't want to eat so I headed outside. I was walking out the doors when I bumped into someone. When I looked up I saw it was Calum. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist. I winched in pain, the cuts were still new. He looked at my arm, then raised my sleeve. When he saw my cuts he asked me " why do you cut?" I said " Why do you care? And don't you know why?" "It doesn't matter why I care, just tell me you will try and stop", Calum said. " why?" I asked. " Just tell me you'll try and stop okay." " Okay." he then walked away. I then headed towards a tree. I sat down and started to think. Why does he care, he has being bullying since forever, and now that I cut he acts like he cares a little. And why did I tell Calum that I would try to stop when he asked me to stop. I know that I won't be able to last to long with out self-harming. I was brought back to reality when I heard the bell ring. I entered the school and headed for music class.

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