As I got up, I begin to remember the warmth running down my back. I looked down to see what was there. I touch my hand to the spine of my back and pull it back up in front of me. It was red. I'm 100% sure it's blood. What do I do? Do I run to the nurses office or do I run home? WHAT DO I DO?
I decide to go to the nurses office so I can still graduate. She put a bandage on it and tells me I might need stitches. I get out my phone to text my mother and tell her about the whole experience . I delete the message realizing that she won't care.
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During lunch I grab my notebook from my back pack and begin to write.
Moms gone, Trace is in prison but I just don't know what to do. Maybe I should run away, or grow up.
I don't know what will happen from here but I know, I will make my life okay. I just... Tears ran down my face onto my paper. I knew I would break. I just hoped it would not be soon. *sigh*
What is that? What's going on? I clench my knees to my chest and squint my eyes. I feel this tearing pain in my stomach. With out saying a word, I ran to the bathroom. Halfway down the pasty grey halfway I um... Lost food...? Not a pretty sight. Man, I'm always sick or hurt. Tears stream down my face and I get up and actually make it into the bathroom and cry, in the stall, with another girl two stalls down. She comes out and asks and asks if I'm okay.
What would I say?
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Ok, this is getting dry...
Give me ideas!
So appreciated!
