*Avie's POV*
When I got home I immediately went to my room. I thought about the text and just cried. They hate me, they all hate me.
I'm a fuck up. I'm worthless. Nobody wants me. Like just feels bad for me, Ashton is going along with Luke, Riley probably got dared to date me and Harry and Lauren probably don't like me either.
I get my box from under my bed. I was doing good. Honestly I was. I've inly hurt my self twice before. But this time, this time I can't do it... I can't stop myself, the urge, the itch, it's killing me. Not that anyone cares. I'm fat, ugly, stupid, just worthless.
One slice.
Freak.
Another slice.
Faggot.
Another.
Idiot.
More. More.
Waste of space.
"Ow" I whimper. It's bleeding a lot. Too much. I walk to my conjoined bathroom and get a gauze. I wrap it completely around my arm after washing it.
I look in the mirror. I have red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. My lip is bleeding from biting it while cutting.
I can't do this anymore. Would anyone actually care if I was gone? If I ran away and never looked back? No... I don't think so...
"Hey, where'd you go?!" Dad yelled from downstairs. "Dinners ready!"
"Okay!" I yell back. I wash my face. The puffiness has gone down and the tears are no longer visible. I put in Riley's baggy jacket and walk downstairs.
"What's for dinner?" I ask.
"Pasta Alfredo." he said.
"Okay. I love you dad." I told him and gave him a hug, trying not to wince when my arm hit his back.
"Love you too, Av." He smiled and kissed my head.
Avie's arm is the pic on the side/top. Poor baby... :(
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Adopted
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