Im just done

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Ch. 21
The next morning I hopped in the shower with a smile on my face. I put on red jeans, my red long sleeve shirt,and my red converse. I brushed my hair, but decided to leave it down today. I grabbed my backpack, keys, wallet, and phone and skipped my way downstairs.

"Everyday seems to be a new theme for you." Said Summer.

"Yeah, I guess I'm in a good mood, and I feel sooo much better today." I said grabbing some cereal out of the cabinet and some milk out of the fridge. I ate quickly and ran upstairs to brush my teeth. I knew Noah would be here soon to drive me to school instead of taking the bus. (No bullies!)

Summer was still eating her breakfast when I came downstairs after brushing my teeth.
"Why are you in a hurry?" She said in a tone.

"None of your business," I snapped back.

I went to sit outside and wait for Noah. He pulled up 5 minutes later.

"Hey. Thanks for the pick-up." I said.

"No problem. Shall we go?" He said.

"I'm ready when you are." I said not knowing what horrible things Celia and Brian dished up for me today at school.

I walked into school holding Noah's hand. There was a bunch of people staring and looking at me. One of them walked up to me and said,

"Ew, what's wrong with you.?"

Then I heard a bunch of other whispers.
"She's so gross."
"Nasty."
"Waste of space."
Etc....

Now I got worried. I started to cry. I pulled out my phone.

"Shailey, put the phone back. Now. Right now." Said Noah.

"But, I need to check what horrible things these people are saying. It'll hurt me more if I don't check" I said pressing the Twitter button.
" Shailey...." Said Noah, but it was too late.

This time it was a video. It was a bad video too. It was someone pretending to be me. BUT IT WASNT ME! It was so horrible. I couldn't bear to watch. Noah ripped the phone out of my hand, as I started to cry and ran out the door. Noah followed and drove me home.

"I thought I could handle it, but I can't. Once you drive me home, go back to school, I want to stay home alone." I said sniffling.

"Are you sure Shailey, I'd be happy to stay with you." He said sensitively.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I just wanna be alone." I said.

"I'll miss you. I'm so sorry, I don't know why these people hate you so much. I'll see what I can do. I can talk to the principal of you want." He said.

"No. Don't bring the principal into this. He won't be much help anyways." I said as he pulled into my driveway.
"Thanks for all your help and support."

"How can I not support my favorite person on the world?" He said.

"I...don't know." I said googling a little, but still had tears in my eyes. They were running down my cheeks. He wiped my tears.

"I'll be back tonight." He said.

"Okay, thanks Noah." I said.

He drove the car away and waved as he drove down the driveway.
I ran upstairs and grabbed my blade. I went into the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. As soon as the bath was done I got in and started crying and cutting. I had no idea why the hell they hated me. But they did. I don't know why there were doing what they were doing, but they still did it. Maybe it's just because I'm me.

I hopped out of the tub and put on some sweats and a very baggy shirt. (With long sleeves.)

I looked at Twitter again, this time I found the same video but nastier things written in the comments. I couldn't take this anymore. I took my phone and pressed record.

"Ummm, hey. I'm shailey. And I know what people have been posting about me, but none of its true. I'm just a regular girl trying to enjoy my life the best I can. I don't know why these people hate me so much. But sometimes I guess I do. Because...i hate me too. But I don't know. I guess I'm just tired of living with the hate. And with all the negativity. I guess I'm just done." I was sniffling and crying in the video. I posted the video on my Twitter page.

I started to breathe heavily. I got my blades out again and cut into my skin. On my legs, stomach, wrists and arms. I watched myself bleed and bleed. But that's not how I wanted to die....

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