A dark night brought heavy rain and thunder. Strong winds swooped across the horizon howling. I sat in my room listening to Savior by Black Veil Brides. I could feel my stomach tie in knots at the thought of starting a new school tomorrow. I wish we never came here I'm tired of moving every 5 months. yeah I guess your wondering why we move that much. Well see I am different from most of the kids at my school. I dress different and wear makeup. Not something you see for a boy but I am who I am. Anyway every time I go to a new school I am bullied. I have been called so many names but what hurts the most is being told to kill myself just because I'm emo. I have no clue why my parents think that this school would be different. I can see it now. I walk in find my classes and get harassed. Yeah this is gonna be fun. The rain began to slow down as the thunder slowly eased. As I sat listening to music I could feel my emotions get the better of me. Just the thought of being called names again hurt me to no end. Tears started to fall. I looked at the night stand beside my bed and stared at the shiny metal placed upon it. This gave me comfort knowing I'm not alone in my battles. I picked it up and brought it closer to my wrists. It traced a smooth line drawing blood as it went. Line after line it drew creating my arm to be covered with blood. The blood dripping off of me was the last thing I saw as I slowly drifted asleep.
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These Wounds Won't Heal
Teen FictionI thought when I entered high school things would be different. Turns out I was wrong. No one accepts me for me all they want to do is hurt me. Guess they are right I am a worthless piece of shit. But that night, I raised the blade and.... Will he c...
