*Channing's P.O.V*
Fat.
Slice.
Weird.
Slice.
Freak.
Slice.
Slut.
Slice.
Bitch.
Slice.
Emo.
Slice.
Idiot.
Slice.
Stupid.
Slice.
Annoying.
Slice.
I lay on the bathroom floor crying as blood slowly drips down my arm from my new cuts. If I told anyone I cut they wouldn't believe me, amazing family, loving friends, good grades. Its just I have so much fucking self hate, I hate everything about myself and bullied everyday because of how disgusting I am.
"Sis I need to use the bathroom" my little brother says from outside the door. I get up and clean up the blood before rinsing off my arm, holy shit it stings, and pulling my sleeve down.
"Yep I'm almost finished Donnie." I call back unlocking the door. I walk up the stairs to my room and lie in bed listening to This Is Gospel by panic at the disco. I lay there turning the blade in between my fingers before deciding to cut my thighs and stomach as well. As the cool metal connects with my skin I start to feel at ease overwhelm me, I push the blade deep into my skin a couple of times until my vision becomes blurry and I pass out.
"Channing dinners ready" my mum says from the door
"I ate at school I'm not hungry(I didn't)" I say looking at her. She sighs before walking away not wanting to argue. I spend the rest of the night listen to panic at the disco and crying until I fall asleep.
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Hey guys & gals
So that was the first chapter. Sad I know. The picture on the side is Channing
Love you all xoxo
✴♥Smokey Roses♥✴
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