It's Not My Fault!

one word...

It was 5 a.m. and I still haven't managed to shut my eyes. Not that it mattered. I was exhausted but was to afraid of the demons that approach me when my eyes shut and my body closes down. It was now 6 a.m. and my alarm goes off, but u just let it ring until I hear my mom screaming about her working until 4 and she needs her rest. I get up put on a plain black T black vans riped jeans and head out. I haven't ate much but I didn't mind. I start walking my music blasting threw my ear buds when my best friend Taylor jumps on my back and yells, "GET YOUR EARBUDS PUT YOUR GOD DAMN EAR HAVE A FUCKEN CONVERSATION WITH ME!!!" With rgus I take them out and talk to trtunf to cover up my scars with NY hoodie. She never asked why I always covered up my arms, but today she was paying more attention to it.

It was 7th period and I had English with Taylor. It was a long sat but this was my last class so I decided to suck it up and move on with class. By the time the bell rang u was already out and on my walking route Taylor caught up to me and asked me why I always had my sleeves down and never took my hoodie off. By this time I was trembling of those words coming out of her mouth so just said the closest thing that came to my mind "I'm always cold," she didn't bye it, "stop lying and tell me." "That's it." "Sure it is what is it give me a hint" "like sherades?" "Sure..." By this time age was irritated I held up one finger and acted like I was killing myself. She just stared at me. I knew she found out, but this was so hard that I trembling like I was in a storm -20°C. We stayed like that for a while and finally she said, "One word......Suicidal."

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Tank you for reading I will be updated maybe tomorrow or the next day but besides that hope u likes it

- anonymous