Slowly...You have to stay silent Lynnette, is was I keep saying to myself. Locked in my bathroom once again at midnight. Does it bother me? No. Its not like I'll sleep tonight anyway. I haven't eaten in a while. In school I always get asked why I am so skinny...if they knew..no. I stare at the sharp, shiny object. It was about to have blood on the tip..running down it slowly. I shivered, gulping. I put it down. Not tonight...As much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Do you ever just get flashbacks? The first time I had a panic attack...I felt hot..sweaty...My breathing was...uneasy. I had to get out of there. Even worse? Big group of friends. Ha.. 'Friends'. They didn't speak to me for months. Called me crazy and possessed. That is what hurt the most. I thought they were my best friends then they turn on me calling me shit...well I guessed it. Its a shame almost everyone is like that now. Spoilt rotten. Doesn't give a fuck. Well..just like my parents.
I belong to a rich, wealthy family, BUT, I am not spoilt, in fact, the complete opposite. I'm neglected. Half of the time when I go out, nobody notices, or even cares! As long as I'm out the house, they are happy, watching The Walking Dead, Pretty Little Liars, Taking selfies, whatever. I don't get the point in it..selfies...A picture of you but trying to look 'gorgeous'. First time I took a selfie, I looked like a fucking blind bat. Off topic.
I think of myself as an annoying low life. And honestly, I am. I'm always told "You're beautiful" or "You're nothing like that! You're completely amazing"
Lies.
Lies...
LIES!!
God...so hard to trust people. Fakes and snakes...
This was short, I know but I don't have enough time x Hopefully you like it.
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Battle Scars
Não FicçãoThis story is based on self harm. If you do not like things to do with it, I suggest not to read. Your discretion has been advised. "I just want to be happy." I sighed, looking at her, tears building up. "And you can be Lynnette! To be happy, you ha...
