Feelings

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Warning! This chapter contains self harm. If you dont like stuff involving like that then I suggest you scroll fast.

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- Karli

'Shes hideous!'

'There is no way Michael would date her.'

'Shes so fat'

"Luke has the worst sister'

'Michael deserves somebody so much better'

I posted a picture of Michael and myself , sitting in the bus , me on his lap , with him kissing my cheek. I thought everyone would love it. But I was totally wrong. All I was getting was hate. This had been going on gor weeks now. I hadnt posted anything until now , but Michael had , and me of course being me , I looked through the comments. Hate hate hate , hate hate hate , hate hate. I hated this and I wanted to ignore it but I couldnt. All these this were getting to me. I hadnt told Michael or anybody at all. I didnt want to make a big deal out of it.

Now I was locked inside of the bus bathroom , bending over the toilet. I ran the sink water , to drown out the noise of me throwing up. I had always had bad anxiety , were I had occasionally had to throw up. The only one to know that is Luke. He is the one who helped me , my mom knows too. She's the one who took me to the doctor. I gotten some medication for it , but I dont really take it.

I flushed the toilet , and washed my mouth out. I picked up the razor , thinking about what I was about to do. In the past it was always Michael doing this kind of thing. I use to hold him after , telling him to never to it again. Now he doesnt even know what im doing. I ran the cold water over my left arm , and then pulled my sleeves all the way down. I wiped off the counter and hit the razor.

I walked out of the bathroom into the living room , where the boys were playing FIFA. I sat next to Michael , and cuddled into his side. I cuddled into his harder when I felt my phone going off , so scared that it was more terrible comments. I dont understand why people bash on me. If they want Michael to be happy , then why do they hate the people who make him happy. AKA me.
Michael stopped playing , and wrapped his arms around me tight. He looked down at me with concern. He stood up and nodded his head toward the bedroom. I stood up anx walked back there.
He closed the door and looked at me.