I sat at my desk, my black marshmallow scented marker in my hand. I had to do this, for them. Well, it was mostly for me I suppose.
I let out a sigh. What was the point? They aren't even going to read it anyway.
"Set It Off, you guys mean the worl-"
I ripped the sheet out of my notebook. My handwriting sucked.
I gave up and sat against the wall. Everything I do sucks.
"Kill me slowly..." I murmured, banging the back of my head against the wall.
I got up quickly and started pacing around my room. My mind was still, yet my body was restless.
Warped Tour was in six days. Six fucking days!
I was doomed.
My steady mind slowly turned into a rhythm of destruction, too tempting to ignore.
Freak.
Failure.
Worthless.
Loser.
Selfish.
Hopeless.
Unloved.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
Bleed.
Bleed Out.
Die.
They taunted me, and I tried to give in with everything I had. I took a pair of scissors off of the table where I made bracelets and started to scratch it across my skin. As hard as I tried, I never cut. I never bled.
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FanfictionThis is the story of how a simply letter from a fan can go so far. In this story, the good guy gets the girl, and the impossible happens. The girl is just a fan.