Scars

Chapter 1.

She was unhappy. She was a suicidal.
She just wanna talk about her self-harm, but nobody were there to listen to her, to listen to her problem.
She was a really nice, cute, and an amazing person but, one day everything has changed... She becomes at an horrible, suicidal and lonely person. She haven't got friends. She just had one real friend (or that is what she thought): her blade.

Was a quiet night.
She was crying because she felt fat, ugly, horrendous, and stupid as fuck. She just had had an argument with her parents and her older brother. Then she went to the bathroom, took the knife and she started cutting.

One...
Two...
Three...

She counted.
Blood poured down her arm, she felt quiet, good with herself. She looked her arm and she started again.

Five...
Six...
Seven...

Then she started to cut her other arm, and her legs but there was nothing to ease the pain she felt.
She was tired,  broken.
Her soul was busted.

Then she went back to her bedroom (with knife in her hand), and she started crying again. "I want die, just don't wake up anymore!" She laud crying. But no one listen.