It's been about a year now school is starting again. I'm 7th grader now and the first day of school I find my home room. When I walk in everyone stares at me. People started saying things about me. I ignored it for awhile then it got to me. It was a hard time I didn't say anything to any one I started cutting. My friends found out about it they weren't happy with me. They started checking my arms everyday. If they found a single cut they would hit me. They made things worse they made it so bad I wanted to die. One day I wrote a note and gave to my friend it was a goodbye note. She took it to the consulars office I was called down later that day. I lied and said it wasn't mine some one else had told me to give it to her. I had to talk to a cop that day I lied to them to. I got away with it everyone knew about it now. I was scared that people would start makeing fun of me and they did. My mom and her boyfriend found out about the note. My moms boyfriends first words to be were "you wanna cut yourself there's a new pack of razors in the bathroom". I was getting verbally abused by moms boyfriend. I had a very rough life and I kept silent cause I was told to be quit. I was scared for my life I didn't know what todo I was alone. It was getting close to the end of the year and still had weekly check ins with the counselor. I couldn't wait for summer to start so I could see my sister, sleep in, and lounge around in pjs all day.
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