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As I step off the bus, I notice that I forgot to grab a jacket. I'm not worried because it's 40 degrees (F) outside, but I'm worried because my battle scars are showing. Those scars are from battles between my razor and my flesh. I used to low-key wish that one day the razor would win, and I just wouldn't wake up one day. Luckily, I don't think about that anymore, because I live for Jacob. He is my religion. Fuck Jesus. The only person that's going too resurrect me and give me eternal life is my husband-to-be, Jacob Sartorius.
"Nice shirt muffin top, why don't you go eat some more cupcakes?" Mallory, the queen bee of Willow Creek Jr. High ,(Sims 4 reference, lmao) said to me. Her two minions, Valerie and Sallori, joined in and called me a couple of names and they all giggled. No big deal. I get called these all the time, but they still hurt. I hope Jacob accepts me for who I am when we get married one day.
Six hours later, school got dismissed. Thank God it's Friday. I only got pushed in a trash can 5 times, out of the usual 10 or 11 times. As soon as walked in the front door, I look to see if mom is home from work. She's not home. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed my old metal friends and reintroduced them to my skin. After thirty straight minutes of crying, cutting, and guilt from relapsing, I pass out onto the floor. Jacob appears in my head, and I instantly smiled.
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Basorexia: A Jacob Sartorius Fanfic #Wattys2017
FanfictionAlana is the epitome of ugly, but not in Jacob's eyes. . DISCLAIMER:⚠️ I don't like Jacob Sartorius in real life. I made this story as a joke and my friends like it so I'm pretty much doing this for them. This story isn't supposed to be serious lol.
