They couldn't help... Nothing ever did. All anyone ever did was make you feel worse.. You smiled and tried to hide your pain, and it worked. People thought you were getting better, where really you kept getting worse and worse everyday. Everyday was worse than the last... But today was the worst of them all.
Today... You just couldn't take it anymore. The name calling... People called you fake, they called you a bitch, they called you an emo freak with nothing to live for... And they were right, at least you thought they were.
There was also the cutting... Scars from blades could be found up and down your arms. People always wondered why you always wore sweaters in the middle of June.
All of this... All of this shit that you had to put up with, you thought you deserved, but you really didn't. You thought the names people called you were truths.. But in reality, they're dirty lies. You were perfect in reality, but you saw the opposite, and no one could change your mind...
Not until now..
YOU ARE READING
Savior
Historia Corta**Trigger Warning** Stood atop an isolated bridge... A rough, coursing river placed below you. You look down, staring at what may be your soon to be watery grave. You must make the decision... You must choose your fate; Jump and end it or don't jump...
