Cutting Out Love

Chapter 1

ok, heres another story, hope you like it.

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Drip, drip, drip. I sat there in the girls restroom watching the tears and blood mixing on the floor.  I heard the other girls coming in and out of the restroom. I just sat there keeping cutting my self, making tin, shallow cuts horizontally across my wrist. I donteven remember how and when i started this, but it helped keep the mental pain away that lasted a long time, and was replaced with physicaly pain that lasted only a few hours.

    When i was done, i put my pocket knife back into my back pack and before i left, i made sure there was no trace of tears on my face so i could keep gonig on with the insane idea of school, honestly, who made up this idea to torture kids by making the learn. After i was done checking my face i left the restroom and headed to my 5th period class, art, the only class i could get a good grade in, but i really didnt care.

As i was walking towards the class room, as always every body was picking on me; pulling my black sleek hair, tripping me, pushing me and shoving me into the lockers. In all honestly, school was a fucking pain in my ass. As i entered my classroom, i rushed to my far cornered desk away from any body else.

 I had no idea why everybody teased and bullied me, i never did anything to them. I sighed and slouched back in my chair, once again ignoring my art teacher because it was to easy, all we had to do was paint a memory of our past. i grunted to my self already having done this, waiting for the damn bell to ring.

After that, all my other classes went bye so slow that i thought i was gonna die of boredom. But thank the heavens that i made it out alive. On my way out of school i put my ipod in and blared The Skylit Drive, as i walked home. I didnt have a car because my forbid to give me one until i joined the cheer leadingsquad like she did, so with that i walked out of the living room gaging at that, and that is why i do not have a car.

i shuddered at that memory. see my mom wanted me to be the perfect, blonde peppy cheerleader that i wasnt so i got almost nothing, but i didnt care, i usually got what ever i wanted from my own money. i had enough time on my hands, considering i didnt do my homework and i didnt have any friends, that i had a job that paid good money for me.

When i got home later, i nearly screamed my head off. We were moving again. That would be the 3rd time this school year. i was so sick of my dads military job. My mom had the whole house except my room packed, and apperently we were moving all the way from my home in Illinois, to California.

Damnit. i hate the sun. When i was done we started to move everything from the house to the back of our two trucks. And all the furniture in the moving truck. i grunted as i climbed into my moms truck and we were on our way to California. Fuck!