Kill It With Skillet

Thanks a lot...

"Hurry up! It's almost time to leave!" said my mom.

"I'll be down in a minute." I holler back.

You just need to cut already you idiot. Skillet doesn't care about you. They wish you were dead so they don't have to look and you and your ugliness.

I pull out my blade. As I put the blade to my skin multiple times I feel both relief and anger. I'm so stupid, why did I do this.  I set the blade on my desk and clean my wrist.

You see this is the first time that I get to see Skillet live. Little does anyone know that Skillet is the reason I live. As I'm putting makeup on my fresh cuts and scars, I get a text.

"Congratulations. You just won tickets to meet Skillet and get a picture with them. And you also get 2 front row tickets. Go to the box office and receive them by showing this text to them."

I get so excited I almost forget to finish covering my wrist. I hope they sing The Last Night. That song means so much to me. I start humming the chorus.

"Mom I'm ready let's go!" 

We get to the stadium a little early but I didn't care. We went to the box office to receive the tickets and passes. They said that I was the lucky winner and took us down to our seats as Skillet was rehearsing! I can not believe this. They are right in front of me.

My mom said that she was gonna leave and come back in a few minutes. I was perfectly cool with that. At that moment John noticed me and said hello. What do I say? He's right in front of me and looking at me. Is my hair alright? Are my cuts showing?

I look down ever so slightly to check to make sure that nothing was showing on my wrist. John noticed as I did that. And...

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Hey guys! I really hope that you will enjoy this story. If you ever need anyone to talk to or just be friends with I'm here. Love ya. Stay strong
-Madison