Your Name On My Wrist [book1]

chapter eleven

•••••••••••••••Lily's POV•••••••••••••••

Well I started going back to school. My teachers were really freaking out, but Sandra explained that I fell and that I was in a coma. Everything is alright now, except for the fact I have no friends. Jasmine moved away while I was in the coma.

Today at lunch, I sat alone. I watched the people around me, laughing, talking. It seemed nice, to you know, socialise with people your own age. Only one who talks to me is Sandra. But she's a 36 year old woman so yea.

The bell rang, signalling it was time to go back to class. I had to head over to my locker to grab my math books before I go to class. As I input my locker combination, I heard giggling behind me. Of course, Nia, Mai and Avril were standing there.

"Oh, why isn't it the little slut that stole my boyfriend!" Nia said, as she was the 'leader' of their little group.

"I did not steal your boyfriend Nia. We had a science project and the teacher put us together." I retorted.

"Whatever. Your just a useless, ugly, fat, nerdy slut!" Laughed Nia and the two others as they walked away.

Those hurtful words echoed through my mind. My father called me useless and it hurt. Those girls call me names every single day, but when Jasmine was here they would lay back a bit. The whole day, I was stuck with either of them in my class. Nia in spanish and physics, Mai in music, geography and math and Avril in science and english. I also have all three in gym.

I am done! Instead of heading back to class, I walk into the girls washroom. I make sure their is nobody else there before I walk into a stall and lock the door. I search my bag for a certain item before sitting down on the back of the toilet. Not what I was looking for, but will do good enough, I pull out a pocket blade. I glide my thumb over the switch to get the blade out and slowly slide the blade against my sensitive skin. Without noticing, I traced an 'L' on my wrist. I let the cold blood run down my arm and into the toilet.

I get out of the stall and over towards the sinks and mirrors. As I wash away the blood on my hands and wrist, I can't help but think;

'Am I worthless, useless, ugly, fat?' I look into the mirror and notice the tears that started to flow down my cheeks. 'I guess I am...'

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That was chapter eleven! How was it?

If you or a friend self harm, please stop! It's really not worth it! My best friend cuts and Im helping her stop. So if ur friend cuts or anything, u need to help them. And if its YOU that self harms, tell someone u trust to help u get through it! Besides, would you rather watch ur friend slowly die or be a life saver? ;) thanks for helping!

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-Emma