I winced slightly as the razor cut my arm. The emotions i felt were overwhelming. I felt blood trickle out and down my arm. My only thoughts were 'You deserve to feel this pain'. As I cleaned up the cut my eyes flickered over the many scars that i had covering my arms.
Each scar, big and small, brought memories flooding back. My eyes watered and then i started to cry. Everyone thought that I was full of joy and happiness but they were wrong. I was dark,empty and the complete opposite of what they thought.
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Story Of My Life
Teen FictionNothing Goes Right For Me And It Never Will. My Name Is Ava And This Is THe Story Of My Life. (It's Not My Actual Real Life Story Just So You Know)
