I start off my day by simply wishing I didn't wake up knowing that I will have to suffer and try and survive another vicious and cruel day. I take out my blade from where I hide it and I cut myself already suffering from my own mistakes. I get out of my bed eventually and get dressed. I look in the mirror and pray that today the abuse will not be as bad as every other day. I grab my school bag and go downstairs to my mam and dad. I make my breakfast, eat it then wash my face and hands and its out the door I go. I wait at the bus stop for fifteen minutes. I would wait five but I want to get out of that house as fast as I can. I get on the bus and I sit there in silence the whole journey. I get off the bus and walk the rest of the way. I normally meet my what I call friends but I don't know anymore. I only meet them in the morning if I know I have time. I deal with shitty teachers through out the day . I finally get the bus home with one of my "friends". I go upstairs, get out of my uniform and lie in bed. That's when the second cutting scenario comes along. I then go downstairs for my dinner,then come back upstairs to do my homework. I then lie in bed for the rest of the day.....the third , fourth and fifth cutting scenario kick in. I finally cut myself for the last time and I slowly fall asleep
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Don't look back
Non-FictionThey are everywhere.... even if you don't know it.....DONT LOOK BACK !!!!! This is based on a true story .
