Chapter One: Home Sweet No.
We could pick up the pieces and built a Lego house, if things go wrong we could knock it down.
~ Ed Sheeren
I wipe the blade on a towel and place it on my arm. I look up to make some of the pain go away, I clenched my teeth and let out a sigh of relief. The blood was dripping down my arm. My arms was covered in scars. I was clean for three weeks but some people don't know when to shut up! My faith is shaking, I just feel like dying! The only thing that helps me is music. Even though I don't play anything I love to sing. I don't know why I even try! I don't get noticed so screw it. When I'm at home my world is falling down. Your house is supposed to be safe right? I have no support here. As I'm thinking I look down to my arm and watch as the blood drips from my arm to the floor. When I cut its as if I picked up my pieces. What time is it? I look to my clock it says 8:00 A.M Shit! Amber is supposed to come and pick me up for school. She hates it when I cut. Who cares anyway? Not me.
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Dispair
Teen FictionDispair is about a girl who gets bullied everyday and she's a cutter. She likes to sing. She then meets this popular Guy and she falls in love. This is a story about music, romance, It is kinda hard to understand if you don't get it message me. <3
