She walked down the halls. People staring. Giving her glances that seemed unkind. They all knew she was different. I guess that's why they picked on her. Was it the clothes that made her different she pondered? Or how she, had a peculiar haircut?
These questions race through her mind. Over and over again.
The next day, it wasn't glances, but hurtful words. They uttered "stupid, worthless, emo, freak."
She was petrified. Not knowing what has become of the people she once called her best friends.
Terrified, fearful, the little girl ran as fast as she could to the bathroom.
Her, anxiety took over once again. This time it was worse. She had NEVER felt that worthless in her life.
These days got worse.
Never in her life had she drawn a blade to her skin until then.
They called her Emo before, then they were wrong.
Now, she had become something.
A "cutter" as they would say.
She didn't want to stop.
More pain.
The better.
But, little did she know, that the first would be her last.
It was unexpected.
To her.
Her parents.
Everyone..
They never understood how bad there words hurt until then...
