~September 7th~
Dear journal, it's been a while, hasn't it? A few years I think... I just decided that I can't keep it in anymore, but I can't tell anyone, so I'm writing to you.
Anyway, it's only the second day of school and it's already started. I was just sitting there, engrossed in my drawing, and they came. First, he sat down next to me. He looked at me with a smirk that makes you want to run for cover. I tried to ignore him, but he didn't like that. He tried to get my attention by saying "hey", his tone kept getting more aggressive each time. After about three times he grabbed me by the arm and twisted me towards him. "Look at me when I talk to you", that's what he said, he was basically snarling at me. Then he twisted my arm further, tightening his grip. So I looked at him. Tears were welling in my eyes because of the pain, I fought them back with all my might. My arm still hurts a bit, but it will get better, like all the other times. The look I gave him must have not been what he wanted because he tightened his grip as much as he could on me until a tear fell from my eye and I forced a weak smile. He let go then, not showing any sign of remorse. Then he stood up and told his group to walk away, they did, but not after pulling my hair or fake-punching me in the face. As he was about to leave he grabbed me by my hair and whispered into my ear, "It's rude not to look at someone when they speak to you. I better get a smile from you the next time we encounter so I don't have to force it out of you again." he pushed my head forward as he walked away laughing.
I thought that I would've been used to it by now, but I'm not. When I got home today I ran upstairs and pulled out my razor. After I locked the door, all I could think was 'cut, cut, cut'. I cut and I cut, and with each cut it began to hurt less, but I didn't want to cut deeper, not yet, not today. So I decided to write to you. I told you my story. My story for today. And this is where I am now.
I'll talk to you again tomorrow my friend.
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