I lock the door and take off my clothe. I stand in front of the cracked mirror and get disgusted with what I see. My mind flashes back and I begin to feel the hot breath of Lorenzo on my body. I slide the blade across my skin no longer feeling the pain. I count out 125 cut and add the three new ones. I see the same old girl in front of the mirror. I'm torn, hurt and tormented, then the same old tears come rushing back. I hear my mother laugh and my heart beat. I attempt the cut that would end it all.
My name is Charlotte. I am 16 years old, I'm a single daughter, a human. Regret defines my life. I look one last time and chicken out for the 11th. I wrap my body underneath my blankets and desperately try to sleep.
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Clueless
Short StoryMany people go around and live their life. However we pay little attention to the details that are missed every single day. Clueless is a story about a girl named Charlotte that is afraid to speak up. Her father left her mothers a mess and she live...
