Stitches (S.M)

The call

Jasmine-

The school day was over, after being hit, called names and slagged off. I hate my life.

I walk home and I climb through a small window that is outside of my bedroom.

I throw my school bag in the corner of the room and sit on my scruffy bed.

I pull out a Charlie's phone number, I stare at it, I start to cry because of what happened today, does she really want to help me? Or is she just taking the piss?

I decide to call her off my phone, I only use it for emergencies, I dial her number.

She doesn't answer.

I fucking knew it.

I storm into the bathroom and pull open a drawer, it has pills and blades inside.

I pull out a blade.

I hold it up to my wrist.

I slide it.

"That is for being ugly"

I repeat my first action.

"That was for being hated at school"

I slide it one last time.

"That is for being stupid enough for thinking someone cared"

I slowly put my head in my hands, I cry harder.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

Why am I always cursed.