We're Broken Too You Know

Riley

After the whole bathroom thing happened, It wouldn't stop. Missy wouldn't stop. And, someone can only say something so many times before it gets into your head. The things she told me, texted me, Snapchatted me, got to me. She called me fat, stupid, ugly, slut. She told me I was a stupid little loser of a girl who should just go and kill herself because nobody liked me.

Soon enough other people started calling me those things too. Maya and Lucas didn't even notice. They were to busy with their love lives.

With each other.

I let Maya have him because she's been through enough, she might as well get one thing easy.

The only person who still took the slightest bit of interest in me was Farkle. He had noticed my quietness this year, and my change of style. Ever since July I had been wearing all long sleeves. My mom and dad were busy with my brother so they didn't really notice.

My brother was diagnosed with diabetes a few days before The Missy Thing got bad. So while I was at home dealing with Missy on my own, my parents were at the hospital with Auggie.

In late July, I started to self harm. It seemed like a normal day, but then Missys harassment started. Only, it wasn't like her normal stuff. She called me and left horrible messages, texted me horrible things, and sent me pictures of bleach bottles, ropes, and razor blades.

By late afternoon I had enough. I went to the bathroom and took out one of my razor refills. I picked it up, and examined the sharpness of the blades. I took it and with as much force that was in my little girl body, i threw it at the ground. It shattered and all the blades fell out. I took them back to my little apartment bedroom and locked the door. No one was home, so I don't exactly know why I locked the door, but I did. I sat on my floor listening to Missys messages, and I drew the blade to my wrist. Without giving myself time to think, I made a slash on my wrist.

And another.

And another.

Until my entire left wrist was covered in bleeding red lines.

It wasn't like anyone was going to find out...

Or so I thought...