I quickly unroll my skirt, making sure it covers the cuts, i throw the knife into the sink filled with soapy water. My breath is puffed as i try to keep calm. The footsteps and talking become louder as they come closer. Shit. Panic is rushing through my veins like a drug being injected into an arm. Before they reach the kitchen i rush up to my bedroom like a criminal on the run. I close my door, lock. The thing is, i'm stuck in my room with my phone, and my laptop all buzzing and vibrating with notifications.
What do they say? Who are they from? The thing is i know what they say, they say how much they want me to die, they say how ugly i am, how stupid, how worthless, i am. They are from the few people who despise me, though those few people feel like the world, they feel like a tsunami of people hating on me. Sending me death wishes. Whispering darkness into me.
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Sleep, it's as close as i get to peace. Although my sleep is still filled with others thoughts, and the memories i don't want to remember, i still feel peace. I want life to be one long sleep, i want it to disappear, i want some feeling of happiness... but maybe i just don't deserve it.
(Hey guys sorry for the short chapter and it taking so long, i just didn't think people were interested haha but i will update regularly now)
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Bullied
Non-FictionTreated like you are worth nothing more than a grain of dirt on the sidewalk. Your heart tossed around and battered until the puncture wounds are too much to bare. Captured and trapped by the whispering words of hatred echoing in your head.
