When i wake up all i feel is self doubt and hurt,my mother knows nothing of my feelings, nothing of what i did. As i eat breakfast my mother shouts at me to get ready, with a glum look on my face i reply with 'ok' getting ready TW WARNING!!!!SH MENTION I look at the cuts on my arm and cover them up holding back tears punching myself blaming myself for thw shouting. In the car i tell my mother about my dreams,she smiles and is nice to me, little did i know that would change later that day. Entering my classroom i lay my bag down and tidy my table, my teacher walks in greeting me with 'hello izzy,how are you" i fake a smile and reply im good how are you?. I carry on my day shouting and swearing and talking to my friends and then at the end of tje day i get picked up, tje phone rang, it was svhool saying i habe to be suapended. As i walk through the door i endure the long painful shouting and handing my phone in, i walk up to my room hearing them talking about me behind my bacl saying tje world doesnt rebolve aroumd me and how selfish i was, all i wanted to do was to suffocate and drown myself in music,instead TW WARNING SH i valmly cut myseelf, as i wagch the blood slowly trickle down my arm i feel relieved and sigh. When uta dinnertime im quiet and i do my chores and settle, crying myself to sleep i wonder if i am selfish, maybe i need to stop being me?
That was day 2
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was it me?
Non-Fictionthis is a story representing my past trauma in a different way so please dont read if shouting,being punished or having things taksn away is a trigger thank you <3
