They always seem to target me no matter where... lunch, bio, after hours, they hate me... and I never even talked to them before...
As Liana thought these words she scavenged through her bag desperately searching for the one thing she lusted for, the blade. The words they spoke to her repeated in her head over and over.
"KILL YOURSELF" "NOBODY LOVES YOU, YOU'RE WORTHLESS" "Nobody cares, why don't you just drink bleach already?"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 cuts down her wrist with one single tear going down her face. "I'm stupid." She says out loud, no one is there but her and she knows that. She does this every other day it seems, no one seems to notice. She picks up her bag and pulls out a blood stained rag dabs it on her arm six or seven times, pulls down her sleeve and heads back to the main path to the way home. "Hey!! Liana!! Wait up!!" screams Shyanne her best friend, Liana stops and Shyanne runs up to her "What's up?" says Shyanne as she's almost panting from running so fast. "Hey Shy..." she mumbles. "Whats wrong???" "Nothing Shy don't worry about it..." Shyanne stops and picks up her phone. "Hey, i have to go the back way today i'll text you later kay?" Shy says rushing to go, "Y-yeah..." mumbles Liana. She watches Shyanne go the other way and keeps walking. "HEY LOSER!" she hears from behind her. She ignores them and keeps walking. She makes it home without any trouble and goes straight to her room. She gets on her laptop and puts on some music and lays in her bed. Staring blankly out the window to her hide out... She thinks.
It's so peaceful there, I could live there. I want to... but I can't. That is my Utopia a special place I go to get away from the world. If I were to live there... it would become a normal place. It would no longer be special. It would be another place for people to bother me th--
Her thoughts where interrupted by a sudden "PATINNG" she checks her phone. Its a text from Shyanne. I'll check it later... She thinks to herself, she throws her phone to the bottom of the bed and rests her head on the pillow. She slowly drifts away into sleep, her mother had come in to check on her How sad... She thinks The poor girl feels more alive in her own dreams than the real world...
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Utopia
RandomLiana's finding herself in that difficult time of her life. Everyone has it, when you feel like everything is your fault and the whole world is out to get you except she's felt this way sense she was 9. She was diagnosed with clinical depression. Wh...
