Splatter the Red Paint

I couldn't understand why I was laying on the floor, it wasn't comfy at all, it was as hard as a rock,

Oh yeah.. I was laying down because I was getting tired from the lack of blood I was losing. I would lay on my carpet beside me, but I didn't feel like explaining why I had blood on my carpet, maybe I could just roll under my bed and die there?

Nah. I don't feel like moving the boxes under my bed or the clothes that I kicked under there.

I finally leaned up from where I lay to see my creation of an arm that was now ripped into pieces from cuts,and was now bleeding on my jeans. I didn't like the jeans anyways. I got up and walked to my bathroom that had been attached to my room. I looked in the mirror and looked at my reflection.

I had a lip and nose piercing. I had 2 helix piercing on my left ear including the normal piercing's you would see on a regular 11 year old, then a bar on my right ear. My hair was black with a purple and red stripe underneath. The makeup I wore had now spattered across my face from crying. Fuck. I grabbed a Kleenex and whipped the makeup off my face. I then threw the Kleenex and begin re-examining myself.

I looked down too see my skinny body. Almost every bone was visible. You could play me like xylophone, I would touch and feel the bones that stuck out.. 'FAT ASS' 'FREAK' 'GO DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT'.

What lovely thoughts.. Oh wait those weren't thoughts, those were some of the words that had been yelled to me as I left my school today. I just love school. *sign*

I then looked to my arm, It was now covered in blood and now was dripping on my floor, a bigger pool of blood than last time i thought. I moved my eyes to my leg, scars left and right up and down my legs. Some where still freshly made, others were still trying to heal from times before.

I finally looked back up at myself,still checking myself out, when I saw a note that laid near my bath tub. I turned around to pick it up when I noticed the hearts on it. Oh. It's one of these. I crumpled it up and threw it into my trash, didn't read it. I didn't want too.

I had enough looking at my fat ass, so I left and went and picked up the razors i had left on my floor. As i picked them up, i thought to myself. How did I get to this. I was on the brink of killing myself, nothing was holding me to stay no longer, so why was I here. Maybe I'm still holding on for him. Maybe...

Everything had changed dramatically in the past year.

Let's start from the beginning.

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I hope you like it, sorry for the short chapter. I don't know if there going to be all like this,

But whatever the outcome, I hope you will tag a long for the ride :)

-R