Lacy ran home to avoid socializing, slammed the door and ran to the kitchen. She noticed a little note on the counter she sighed and walked over to it, it read.
" Hey sweetie, just went to run some errans, then off to my night shift ill be home very late, so I left some dinner in the microwave. Love you -Mom <3"
Lacy slumped up the stairs to her room. She sat at her vanity and began to stare long and hard, her wavy red ombre hair began to flatten. Her tanish skin began to pale. Her soft grey eyes darkened.
Lacy's eyes began to water, she began to mumble " Emo freak? Weirdo? Cutter? Anerexic? To tall? Ugly? Dramatic? Imperfect." She looked at her scars on her wrist and ankles, and thought to her self "Why did I stop, not like people actually started to accept me, things got worse. Ever one called me a baby and just craving attention. When in reality I wasn't a cry for attention it was a cry for help."
• Hiiiiii. Sorry so short, threw out this story be aware of mistakes not the best at grammar and... Have a brain :D well hope you enjoyed b
Bieee lovez
~Sophiexx
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