Laying on my shelf was this tiny little cardboard box that I had found earlier in my moms sewing kit, I opened it and pulled out a shiny piece of metal. I lay it on the left side of my wrist, push down as hard as i can and yank right as fast as possible. Blood starts to trickle out and i smile, Madison was right! It helps a lot with the pain, I like it so i do it again and again and again. Pretty soon I can't see my arm all I see is blood everywhere. Then it hits me, Hard! What am i going to tell my parents? What am I going to tell people at school? And it hurts so bad! I quickly find a wrap and wrap my arm and stay in my room for the rest of the night. The next day i explain to my mom that i am cold so i have to wear a hoody to school. When I gets To school i take the hoody off and tell everyone that I fell in the locker room and my arm slid across the top of a locker and cut my arm and i can't take the wrap off or else it will get infected. They all believed me, except Mr. Popularity form science. He tells everyone i am faking it for attention an that if I took it off i would be fine and then he grabs my arm. I screamed out in pain, it hurt so bad that I couldn't hold in my cries. The teacher asks what's wrong and I ask to go to the nurse because I accidentally hit my arm on the lab. He writes me a pass and I go, as I walk out everyone starts laughing. Talk about worse day of my life!
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Teen Fiction14 year old Bailey hates her life, she loves someone who hates her and she has her hopes set to high. On top of all that, she cuts and starves herself. How long will she survive?
