The secret life of Evie

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She was such a funny little girl, always bubbly, cracking silly jokes, wanting to be the center of attention. She was always a little shy, mind you, slightly closed off.

I'm not entirely sure when she started worrying about her weight. She was self conscious since puberty, really. Yet that still never stopped her from joking and having fun of course.

Ever since 2012 when she was 12, she began worrying about her weight and wanted to look like the other pretty girls wih flat stomachs, she began exersizing a bit and try to eat more vegetables and fruit, she wrote down in a little notebook that she owned that if she was tall and slim, she'd be happy.

When she went into year nine, at 13, she became very unhappy with herself.

One saturday night she was fighting with her dad, he was in another of his stupid moods, pissing her off on purpose, she had, had enough so instead of continuing to yell at him. she ran upstairs and cried. She remembered she had seen on 'ask.fm' that a girl cut herself to release her anger. She saw a pair on scissors from the corner of her eye. She picked it up and rolled up the sleave on her left arm and took the blade to her skin. She did it a few times before she stopped and looked down at what she had done. She felt less angry and began to breath properly again instead of in gasps. She his the scissors in her sock draw...for next time.

On Monday, at school she didn't try to hide it, she simply told anyone who asked that it was her cat.

After a while she decided to confide in one of her best friend, Saphire.

"Saph, the other night me and dad fought again and I couldn't handle it, I went up to my room and, well..."

She rolled up her sleeve and Saphire knew it wasn't her cat.

"Eve, oh my gosh, why did you do this to yourself!?"

Tears filled Saphire's bright blue eyes as she gave her the hugest hug.