She comes in after a horrible day at school, yet again.
She goes straight up to her room and tosses her backpack on the bed.
She rushes to the bathroom, feeling the tears coming.
She runs into the bathroom and locks the door, full on sobbing now.
She pulls out a blade from the back of the drawer.
She rolls up her sleeve and makes a deep gash in her wrist.
The blood starts to flow out, but she doesn't care.
Tears are streaming down her face, her mascara completely ruined.
She makes another large gash in her wrist, and another, and another.
Her wrist is now covered in scars and new open wounds.
She looks in the mirror, blood flowing from her wrist, her cheeks wet with tears.
She hears a noise outside and looks out the window.
She sees her mom getting out of the car that is now in her driveway.
She quickly dabs the open cuts on her wrist and wraps a bandage on them.
She wipes her eyes, and applies a little mascara.
She walks out of the bathroom, trying her absolute hardest to force a smile that just won't come.
Her mom asks how her day was, and she lies and says fine, if only she knew.
She asks if she's hungry, she says no even though she is starving.
She goes up to her room and gets on her laptop, logging into her twitter.
She scrolls through, reading messages saying to kill herself, to die, saying she's ugly, she's fat, and worthless.
She bites her bottom lip, trying so hard not to cry.
She hears a knock on her bedroom door and quickly shuts her laptop.
Her 9 year old sister comes in.
Her sister asks why she is wearing a sweatshirt when it's so hot.
She didn't even notice she is sweating until her sister said that.
She lies and says she is cold, if only she knew.
Her sister asks what is wrong, that she doesn't seem like herself lately.
She lies and says she is fine.
Her sister leaves and she opens up her laptop again.
She keeps scrolling, it's never ending.
A never ending chain of torture.
'Kill yourself'
'Go die. You're so ugly, no one cares about you'
'I wouldn't care if she died'
'You are just looking for attention'
She tries to fight back the tears, but they are too strong.
One rolls down her cheek.
Then another.
And another.
Until she is holding her stomach trying to silence her crying and her vision is blurred.
She keeps scrolling, more and more incoming messages, tweets, people DMing her. So many.
She tries to stay away from social networks, but yet she wants to know what they are saying.
She keeps scrolling.
People are mocking her, laughing.
She feels a lump in the back of her throat, she tries to scream, but nothing comes out.
She logs out after hours of scrolling, she turns off the light, and that's when it's the worst.
Everything people have said to her, it comes back. All of it. It's the worst, and her pillow is drenched in tears. She cries, and cries, until eventually she falls asleep.
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Escaping Life
RandomShe lived a life she didn't want. She hated herself and everyone around her. She cut herself. She didn't want to feel that way. She didn't want to be alive.
