I slowly wake up. Shit. I was really hoping I wouldn't make it. That's my goal every time but I still wake up the next day...
I sit up slowly and my stomach groans and I slam my hand over my mouth. I run to my bathroom and puke up everything I drank last night. I was scared I wouldn't stop puking.. I was in the bathroom for a good 20 minutes before I thought I was okay. I flush down my puked up insides and close the toilet lid to sit on it. I put my head in my hands and start to shake. I'm so weak, but it's what I deserve. At least my puking will prevent weight gain. I breathe in deeply then decide to shower.
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I get out and throw my hair into a bun and put on my underwear and jacket. Yup, no bra. I'm too flat chested anyway. I go into my room and look at my alarm clock. 10:45 am. Welp, skipping school today. I lay in bed and get on my phone. I play slither.io and Temple Run. I look at my alarm clock again and it's already 2:56 pm. Ugh.
I lay on my side and look at my posters again. Renee, the Fit For Rivals lead singer, she's so perfect. Why can't I be like her? Pretty, skinny, beautiful short hair, just, gorgeous. I'm just over here, ugly, messy hair, scars, too fat, pale, just, imperfect.
I look at my cuts from yesterday. I counted 30 total. That's not enough. I decided to cut on my right wrist for once. So I get my razor blade out and start cutting. Just like on my left wrist, deeper and deeper... black spots in my eyes... I'm sure this is it.
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Teen FictionThis is probably going to be one of the most depressing stories I make on this account. I'm debating about the double meaning towards the title but I'll keep that secret until the very end. I hope you guys enjoy this story. <3
