I watched the Red Square wondering If I should open it..
Finally,I opened it and yet again it was another red mess.
*maybe mine should look like that..*
I slowly grabbed my blade pressing the corner deep then running it across my thigh as fast as I could.
FUCK! There was blood everywhere my thigh was a mess my mascara was running. I grabbed a tissue and tried to stop it but it just wouldn't stop.
Eventually it stopped I put a guaze on and checked the time.
*7am*
Damn it I have school soon.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Soul
Teen Fictiona story of a girl struggling with mh and sh hopefully someone can relate to this bc ik I can
