Don't cry, crying is for the weak.
You are weak. You are pathetic. Cry. Cry. Cry. Go ahead and cry cry baby!
Slowly I drag the knife across my skin. I throw my head back in pain, and bite my lip. The taste of blood feels my mouth and I gasp.
My parent's voices scream down the hall. They are arguing about money again. I wish that they would just shut the hell up.
I wash off the knife and my wrist. I put the knife in nightstand and climb into bed. Gwen and Kendall are gone. I'm home alone to deal with the screaming.
I turn off the light and roll over. I curl up into a ball and the tears starts burning my eyes. I'm shaking like a rocket about to take off. I close my eyes and start to fall asleep.
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The Problems in Life. Book One: Helpless (Completed)
Teen FictionAmanda Kelly thought that her life was going to be the same record on repeat. Try, fail, suffer, and repeat. The voices in her head is what she listens to, but they are her demons. Her friends only see her outer layer, because she shuts everyone out...
