Chapter 7-
I turned the water on as hot as it could go. Once I seen the water steaming I decided it was hot enough and stepped in. I winced at the pain I felt, as the water was burning my skin. I continued to think of Jake, and decided it was best to relieve this pain in the only way I knew possible. I grabbed the razor and started to jab the tip of the razor into my wrist. The pain I felt was excruciating as I slid the razor across my wrist. The blood started to flow till the small puddle of water on the shower floor was red. I continued to slice my wrist in rows till I felt better. When I was finished I was shocked by the marks that now covered my wrist. I was also shocked at the amount of blood that now filled the shower. I broke down. I was going back to my old ways! I didn't want to be this person again. I had always struggled with self-harm, I guess the feeling of not being wanted by Jake brought the old me back out. I sat I the shower crying for what I'm guessing was hours. By the time I stood up to get out, the water was freezing. I wrapped my towel around me and walked by downstairs. I laid the razor on my night stand. Cause as bad as I hate to admit it, I'll probably being using it later. I got dressed in my sweats and a hoodie and walked back upstairs to grab a bite to eat. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a little Debbie Cake.
"That's the last thing you need." Said my sister ,with the same disgusted look Jake had.
With that I threw down the cake and walked back downstairs. I'm sick of this! Everyone has something negative to say about me! I grabbed the razor and unknowingly started to carve the word fat into my sides and stomach. Once I had finished I was laying in a puddle of my own blood. Cause not only did I carve the word fat. I carved it everywhere! All over my stomach. Each letter was curving up into twisted swirls of jumbled up words. You could barely see my skin. I pushed my tank top back down, to cover my stomach. I tried to raise up and failed. Each move sent a jolting pain through my body. This isn't good. I should of thought about the consequences of doing that. I guess this will make for an even rougher couple of weeks.
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Im In Love With The Bad Boy ❤
Ficção AdolescenteKatelyn. The good girl. She's also the girl who fell head over heels for the school bad boy. The boy who spends his day with numerous girls and smoking pot. She knows he's no good for her. But can she help herself?
