Chapter 1

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by itzzlillie

by itzzlillie

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. Groaning, you hesitantly got up and had a shower. Today you were moving to London,to get away from you family. Not that you didn't love them, they didn't love you. They always ignored you whenever you spoke to them, so naturally, you gave up and didn't speak at all in the house. It was pointless.

After you had your shower, you blow dried your hair, then straitened it. You got dressed in black skinny jeans, a (fav/band) t-shirt and black converse. You put in your earphones(or ear buds or whatever you call them) and listened to (f/b). You put on a bit of makeup, so you didn't look like a zombie. You shoved on a plain black beanie. You picked up your already packed bags (they were already packed because you couldn't wait to leave this Hell hole) and left the silent house. You went to the airport.

Once you got on the plane you sat by the window, and of course, you had to sit with probably, the two weirdest people ever. Great. Feeling really depressed, you sighed. The plane took off. The flight attendant said that it was now safe to use all electronics. You quickly pulled out your phone, and listened to (f/b). You couldn't go on Tumblr because you phone was on airplane mode. You drifted off to sleep.

You woke up about 35 minutes later. For some reason you were feeling depressed again. I should be happy. I've finally left that Hell hole. You thought. You looked down at your scarred arm. NO- I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. NOT EVER AGAIN. For some reason you had packed a blade. why? It doesn't matter. It made you feel better, that's all that mattered. Right? You fought off the urge to cut now though. You were in public. The plane started to land.

Once the plane landed you collected your stuff. You converted your money and called a taxi. You told the driver the address and he took you there. You grabbed your stuff and got out of the taxi. You payed the driver and he drove away.

You fumbled around to get your key. After a couple of minutes you found it and unlocked the door. You stepped inside. Suddenly you had a strong urge to cut.

You are nothing.

Why are you still breathing?

You deserve to die, no one likes you anyway.

Go die.

You need to cut. NOW.

You tried to get these voices out of your head. You couldn't. You gave up and did as the voices said to do. You got the blade out and locked yourself in the bathroom. You winced as the blade cut through your skin, like scissors on paper. You made multiple cuts on your arm. By now you were crying. You grabbed a cloth and placed it over the cuts and rinced any blood away. You got changed into your pyjamas and fell asleep.