To grow roses on her wrists.**A self-harm and suicide story**

Chapter One. The Beginning

"It's September" I said to myself when I woke up that morning an forced myself to get out of bed.mi walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and an old sweater, walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth and walked downstairs to find my Mom,Dad, and little brother sitting at the kitchen table for breakfast. Mom turned to me "Ana your finally up." I smiled at her and grabbed a piece of toast and kissed my dad on the forehead. My little brother who was only 1 a Half turned to me and lifted his arms in the air and I picked him up and he smiled "sissy " I smiled back, kissed him and ran to catch the bus for my first day of high school. As soon as I got on the bus I was greeted by a boy sitting in the back of the bus screaming at me "FREAK" I sat down as far away from him as possible and turned on some music for the bus ride to school.
It was 7:30 by the time the first bell rung and I was placed next to a girl I had never seen before she looked at me and just turned away and that same boy from the bus was sitting behind me and I just sighed as he walked by and suddenly he grabbed the sleeve of my sweater and pulled it down so the whole class could see those little red lines that covered my left wrist and he laughed and shouted "LOOK GUYS ANA'S A FREAK" all I remember after that was the sound of everyone laughing as I ran out of the room with tears in my eyes. I walked in and shoved myself into a bathroom stall and pulled out the make up bag I keep in my backpack but it wasn't lipstick or mascara it was 3 blades one old and two new and I pulled up my right sleeve and sliced into the fresh skin in my arm once, twice, three four five six times cutting deeper with each push of the blade on the clean canvas of my right arm. I watched as blood fell to the floor off my arm and I just cried I sat in that stall for 10 minutes until I heard someone come in and I had to quickly clean up after myself and bandage my arm. After doing so I walked out and called my mom to come get me telling her I felt like I was going to throw up and she came and got me. The whole car ride I just thought to myself "freak" your just a freak and as soon as we got home I walked up the stairs and curled up in my bed waiting..waiting to fall asleep and never wake up.