As I trudge through the halls of the hell known as High School I can't help but feel so alone. Everyone around me is laughing and joking; talking about all the plans for life after school. But me.. what do I have planned? Well you see... I'm not really sure. Life has so many opportunities and so many things can happen. As everyone goes through life I just hope and pray I can make it to the end of a day let alone the end of my high school career. The voices seem to get louder each day... although I've learned to silence them but only for a little while.. As seconds trickle into minutes which turn into hours and then to days which are then weeks. I'm not quiet sure if this is permanent or temporary. I know harm is a permanent solution to a temporary problem but what if I like the pain... What if I like the way it feels..? The way the blade grazes my skin.. as the blood trickles down my wrist the voices go silent... finally peace and quiet...or is it really?
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Through the Mirror
RandomThe story of a girl whose life is a lie ***THIS STORY IS TRUE AND BASED OFF OF A FRIEND OF MINE. DOES CONTAIN SOME MATERIAL YOUNGER READERS CAN NOT HANDLE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*****
