Self harm {{story of Allison}}

Chapter 1

So here is a little bit about me. My name is Allison, or Ally, and i lived in indiana. But when I turned 13 my parents got a divorce. I moved in with my dad and my mom moved away to Florida. She suffers from depression and when they divorced and she moved away, a year later she committed suicide. She was slowly fading away for a long time. I remember her drinking all the time. I usually stayed in my room reading or studying. I'm a smart student one of the best in my grade actually.

When I turned 16 my dad moved us to California. He said it would be better for us to have a fresh start. So we moved there and I was happy at first to leave everyone here. Because no one liked me they all made fun of me saying I was was worthless and should of killed myself along side my mother. You would of thought I cut my self then. But no not just quite yet.i was still strong then. I remember the day as if it was just hours ago.

I thought California would be better than Indiana. But I mean it was worse much worse. Being smart everyone wanted me to do there work. I was bullied a lot. They called me fat because I ate and then I didn't purge. They called me antisocial Because I didn't know anyone. Everyday it was worse and worse. Slowly I stopped eating. I ate less and less everyday. My dad didn't even notice. He became a workaholic. I pretty much had to raise myself after we moved. My grades started going down I started to dress in darker clothing. To fade away from people. Blend in more to the walls or the ground hoping no one would notice me. But I was still pushed around, called fat, and now I was stupid and worthless. They said I should just slit my wrists bleed away. Those people they were monsters. A breed that somehow coexists with humans. They look like us, talk, walk, and smell like us. But they think they're much better. This breed has overtaken our world. And left us broken, bleeding and crying. Slowly.. Dying.

I left school early after being pushed down the stairs. I'm sure I had broken bones but I didn't care. I ran out of the building. Ran home the only place I knew here. But I mean nothing was really home to me. Nothing had purpose anymore. I ran upstairs into the attic where the remnants of my old life in Indiana was. I never would of thought that I would wish to be back there. I was bullied but not near as bad. I walked across the dimly lighted room. As I was approaching my moms old rocking chair, i don't really know why my dad has it, I tripped over a small box. It's contents spilled all over the wooden floor. It was tape, razors, and markers. Tears were rolling down my face. Everything I've been holding in for years just came out all at once. The pain, the loneliness, the mental abuse. Everything. And then my hand was the razor. It felt cool against my virgin skin, It felt right. Everything that has went wrong in my life popped into my head and then as I pushed a little bit on the razor a tingling went through my body. I slid it across my arm. And in that moment all the pain all the suffering it disappeared and for once in a long time something felt right. Then blood spotted my arm where I just cut. I twisted my wrist and then it came out a little more. It felt so right. All my pain gone. I sat there looking at it. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. I felt better and warmer. I felt at home. And then after a while the pain slowly came back. So I cut again under my first mark. The feeling of good ran all though me. No worries no nothing just bliss..

** hai I'm Alyssa. And this is my first book or whatever and I want you guys to let me know what you think about it. Comment and vote :* haha **