A Broken Girl In A Diegosaurs World.

triggers

**warning trigger**

I grabbed the thin shiney silver metal blade laying in the small purple pocket of my book bag and I bowed it against my wrist like a violen playing in the synphany. My body was numb and feelingless. remaining a cut and blood slowly running down my arm from the cuts.the anxiety inside me spewed out. It got to the point I didn't even care what happened.

I did that a few more times leaving 5 cuts total. I cryed and cryed.pulling out all the color from my face and leaving it with black stains from my makeup. I gave up when I had been so strong, i though i could handle anytjing life through at me. I had been through all of this before but i couldnt handle it now. Id didnt make any scence. I felt so worthless I haven't done that for two years why now.

I texted Diego :help I need you.
I waited a little, still slumped in the corner blood going down my wrist and tears running down my runny mascera face with bright red cheecks and bloodshot eyes.

I stood up and my legs wobbled underneath me and my head felt like it was spinning,I looked in the mirrior at the pathetic excuse for a human standing there. I rinced my arm and splashed water in my face. I braided my hair and regained my thoughts. And that's when I rembered.

I reached in my bright blue back and grabbed out the white journal from my mom. I opened to page one and stood leaning into the corner to read it.

Roseiline ,
I want you to know that everything that happens isn't your fault. You are such a sweet and beautiful girl and I'm so sorry everything I put you through I'm trying I really a. I know your probably to young to understand what was happening to you me and your father but it wasn't right and never ever put up with it from anybody ever again,
I love you baby girl stay sweet.-mommy

When I finished reading it I looked up at the mirror to me smiling and a tear streaming down my face. I just missed her so much.

I just stood there looking at the mirror at the smile that formed and stayed on my face when I felt a vibrate in my pocket.
"Hey rose what's wrong"
"Hey text me"
"Hey what's going on"
"ROSSEEEE"

I smiled to the thought that I actually had someone that cared. I read all the messages and responded with
"I'm okay now but school is almost out if you want to skype later or something"

The loud ringing bell of the school went of reminding me that I have spent 2 whole periods after everything that happened in seventh hour in the bathroom so I wiped my face of the mascera smears and dryed tear marks and walked out and to my bus, number 57.