"Carter" mum yelled "Dinners ready" ugh the thought of food sounded so freaking good! No Carter no eating you have to get skinny! "I'm not hungry!" I shouted back even though I was starving. I heard her yell whatever. Huh what a caring mother I have.
'Beep beep' I looked over to see my phone light up, notifying me I had a message. I picked it up and unlocked it seeing I had multiple texts from an unknown number.
Unknown-"Hey slut y were u talking to Audrey's bf today"
Unknown-"Why aren't u replying 2 me"
Unknown-"Fatty r u there"
Me-"Leave me alone, I did nothing wrong"
Unknown-"You breathing is wrong"
Unknown-"Why don't u just kill urself"
Unknown-"No one cares about u, so u wouldn't be missed"
Unknown-"Ur a whale with no friends. Ur a waste of space"
I threw my phone across the room, wiping the tears that were streaming down my face. I hate my life. I hate myself. Why does everyone pick on me!?
I walked to the bathroom and locked the door. I walked to the other side of the bathroom, opened my draws took out a razor and sat down.
I sat there crying, undoing the bandage from my arm. I looked at my wrist and the ugly deep cuts that were already on it. You could see multiple white scars scattered around my wrist. "I'm so fucking useless" I sobbed to myself, dragging the razor across my wrist feeling the welcoming sting that came with it and watched the blood flow out of the deep cut.
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The Happy Girl and Me.
RomanceI am Depressed. I am alone. I am Carter. My names Carter O’Connor and I guess I’m your typical 17 year old high school student. Note my sarcasm – I am not average at all. I’ve been bullied since grade 7 for all the little petty shit about me – like...
