A/N Enjoy!
She cut every night.
Her arms were full of scars and her eyes were red from tears.
She felt as if she didn't make her parents proud.
Her mom told her not to eat. To diet and throw up. So she would be
Society's idea of
"Pretty"
She didn't want to be refused. Her parents always compared her to others.
"Why can't you be pretty like Maddie?"
"Why can't you be a cheerleader like Bee?"
"Why can't you be smart like Corrine?"
Stacy POV
The questions kept rolling around my head, as I took a razor and slashed my arm. It hurt, but I deserved it.
For not being pretty,
Skinny,
Smart,
Attractive,
The #1,
Not being perfect,
Having a horrible life.
I couldn't even get a boy to like me. Not one bit. I was because I wasn't like the others. My mother tried, but always failed.
"I honestly wish you were never born!" She would yell.
I slashed the razor deeper, blood getting all over the place.
Graser POV
"I honestly wish you were never born!" I heard Stacy's mom yell. I lived next to Stacy, my room across her's. I would hear all those things her parents would say.
Its amazing how cold and bitter parents can be to thier children.
I didn't hear Stacy yell back, but her bedroom door slam shut.
She would always have her windows open. She would forget they were open.
I heard her cry every night.
Saw her fluffy pups, Page and Molly try to calm her down, only to fail.
She would always be looking in the mirror, rejecting herself.
Then, one night, I saw it.
She grabbed a razor, and made a long cut on her arm, as she cried.
I quickly took my phone and called her, her not answering for the 4th time. I needed to talk to her. "Stacy!" I yelled through the window. She jumped up in surprise, and closed her windows right away, as her arm dripped blood all over the place. I decided to go to her house, and stop her.
I rushed out of my house, and just burst through her door. "Hey Zachary" Stacy's mom (A/N Stacy's mom, has got it going on!) Said, but I ignored and rushed up to her room. "Stacy!" I yelled, grabbing the razor out of her hand, accidentally slashing my own. "What do you want?!" She asks, crying, pulling her sleeves down. "Stacy, why are you cutting?!" I ask, shaking her. "I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE! EVEN MY MOM SAID SO!" She yells. I grab her arm, and in the other hand the razor. I pull her down stairs, into the living room, where her parents are. "You guys are a failure! Look at your daughter! Open your eyes! Dont you see she's suffering?! And its your fault!" I yell, angrily. "You aren't going to disrespect us in our own house!" Stacy's dad yells at me. "Zachary please" Stacy says, but i cut her off. "Im not! I just want you to open your eyes! Look! Look at what you have made Stacy do! She diets, throws up and cuts because of your rejection to her! Look!" I yell, and hold up the razor in one hand and her arm in another. "H-honey" Stacy's mom says, getting up from the couch and walking over to her, feeling her scars. "We're so sorry" She says, but I pull her out of the house. "Stacy look" I try to say, but Stacy cuts me off. "Thank you. Thanks to you, my parents know what they have done" She says, hugging me. "You're welcome" I say, hugging back. "Why did you do it?" She asks.
I smile.
"Because I love you"
A/N
AUTHOR NOTEEEE.
IDK.
Luv u mah welf peck, u r strung, u will mak it.
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