A wee something that you might have already guessed. I self-harm. I am ashamed that I do but it gives me relief when I am stress and when I need to feel a bit of freedom for a bit of time out of my life. It lets me space out. How I started self-harm was high school related. I was openly bi-sexual at my school and I was bullied because I was open in public about it. I was thrown into walls, beaten to the ground and my locker use to have the word "Fag" or "Homo" written all over it. It got worse when I was at home as they would send nasty threats through social media and one night they even egged my house and trashed my car. I hated my life at that point and I sunk into a deep and dark depression. Kirstie was the only one who supported me throughout this time and even though she didn't agree with my choice to self-harm, she use to come to my house and clean up my cuts and bandage them while I would cry every time I would do it. She was a constant support. This does link into meeting Mitch as when I did meet Mitch, it was the first time in three years I had been in a public place as a bi-sexual male. I was a broken dove with a broken wing and Mitch fixed me in a strange way. I will explain how he did.
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Heart-breaker or Lover?- A SuperFruit Fan Fiction
FanfictionIs he a heart-breaker or is he a lover? Is he everything that I thought or is there more to the pretty face?Read on if you're curious. There are self-harm mentions in this. Enjoy :)