I sent the message. I sent Riley the message telling her what has been going on. What was I thinking? If my step-mom finds out she WILL do something. I don't know what she's fully capable of doing! I messed up. I should've told her that.
But, the more important thing is, I know now what's been going on with Riley. She's being bullied. She feels worthless. Like her parents don't care anymore. And I know exactly how she feels. That girl is like a sister to me. I've known her since 1st grade. If she ends her life, it might just push me over the edge.And honestly, that might not be such a bad thing.
I mean other than Riley, no one cares about me anymore. Not even f***ing MAYA! She and I had been friends since 3rd grade. And now she's just too busy making out with Lucas's face 24/7. She wouldn't care if I took my life. Lucas wouldn't care if I took my life. My dad wouldn't care if I took my life. The stepmonster wouldn't care. No one except Riley freaking Matthews would care. I had to stay for her though. She would have no one without me.
___________one day later_____________I came home after another crap day in the hell hole. More name calling, texts and horrible notes. I was feeling fed up. I wanted to end it all. But, I couldn't do that. So I went into my bathroom, and took out my blade. I hadn't done it in 2 full days. And I was about to relapse. I didn't care anymore. I needed to be able to control some of the shitty pain in my life. I needed to know that I was still alive. I took the blade and drew it to my left wrist. Without hesitation I made 1 cut. And 2. And 3. And 13 more on that arm. I repeated the same pattern on my right wrist. But, that pain wasn't enough. I took off the short sleeved shirt I had been wearing under my sweater. I drew the blade to my skin. I made 1, 2, 3, and 9 more cuts on my stomach. Then moved to my thighs. I looked on the mirror.
"You fat, ugly faggot. No one will ever wanna date you. You stupid done of a bïtch!" Daniel's words rang through my mind.I took out the first aid kit and cleaned myself up. Then I looked around my bathroom until I found what I was looking for: a scale.
I stepped on to it and looked in horror at what I read. 132 pounds.I put on a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. It was only 6:30 but I went to bed anyways. I didn't NEED dinner after all, right?
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We're Broken Too You Know
Novela JuvenilNo one knows that Riley Matthews, the golden girl of the 8th grade and Farkle Minkus, the happy, funny boy that loves everyone are even more broken then anyone realizes. When the pair find out just how broken they are, can they help each other? Or...