The Final Cut

(A/N) Keep in mind I'm typing this on my iPhone so I'm sorry for the spelling errors/shortness of this thingy or story or whatever you want to call it.

They say you can see the hurt in people's eyes. They also say everything happens for a reason. If that's the case, what's the reason for this? Why do they torture me? My name? Lea. I have only one true friend, her name is Sammy but she goes by Sam. We are exactly alike but completely different. We are both mentally and physically bullied at school. But for me it goes farther. I am abused mentally and physically at home. They hit me, the kick me, they call me worthless, emo, ugly, dumb, and any other word you can think of. At one point they starved me. Three days without food at home. Then when I would go to school I would eat so much. That's when the fat jokes started. That's when everything started. Next came the ugly jokes. Then they started calling me gay for Sam. I was strong for a few months. I kept my grades up. I even had a boyfriend. Then he broke up with me because of the bruises from my family. All of my "friends" dropped like flys. Then only Sam was left. Everything when downhill from there. I discovered selfharm. It was first a few tiny cuts. They got deeper. Bigger. They were everywhere. So many scars. Sam became suspicious. I always wore gloves and jeans. I wanted out so badly. I always thought about it. How many pills to take. What places to cut. How deep to cut. I even wrote my letters. I ever told Sam about anything. I just wanted out!

My first attempt. I took 15 pills before my parents found me. Cuts down my arms and legs. Pills everywhere. The took my to get my stomach pumped. I stayed in the ICU for three days then I was in the psychotic ward for three weeks. Three weeks of torture. Three weeks of being observed like an animal. Three weeks of medication. I finally got out. They forced me to go to the hell they call "school." Then everyone "cared" and they all "loved" me.

They say people only care if you are dying or sick. I was both. I had to take five pills a day for two weeks. For a month I was watched by everyone. They all asked me if I was ok. My reply was always "Ya, sure" but on the inside I was screaming "NO!!". They made me eat lunch in the counseling office. It actually wasn't that bad. The counselor's name was Mrs. Monroe. She was really nice and was really pretty. She had red hair. She was also scene. I don't know how she got (and kept) her job as a scene. She told me she went through a suicidal stage too. She tried five times. She also had plugs which I really wanted. Sam was afraid of me for a while. It killed me to see her be scared of me. No one saw me as a normal human being anymore. When I got home everyday I was checked for more cuts. What they didn't know was I snapped a rubber band on my wrist and pulled my hair out. I also picked at old cuts that weren't stitched. But, I get my stitches out soon which is a good thing I guess. Mrs. Monroe (she let me call her Sally) actually lived in my neighborhood and came over a lot. I preferred going over to her house. Her house is so pretty! Even though she has a child she is extremely neat and tidy. Anyway, all was getting better until Sam started talking to me again. Actually it was more like screaming.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" she screamed

"Do what?!" I replied

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

"Actually I don't"

That is when she charged at me.