Every day my cuts got wrose. They started to get harder to hide. I ended up making a couple true friends.i ended up telling them I cut. Some of them cried some of them wanted to tell someone. But no one did.
By the time I got into the junior high (grade 7 12 years old) I had gotten a new way to cover up my scars.
I would put makeup over them. I was taking the The city bus to and back from school. So if I ever needed makeup or razors I could just take the the city bus to the mall for them.
Now lets fast foward to grade 8 June 10th. I was 13 years old. Mid day had to do a test that I was not prepared at all for. The day after the test we got our marks back. I got 55% my teacher said I was lucky to have passed.
At the end of the day while I wawaiting at the bus stop. Staring at my horrable test marks. Tod Wilson the main source of bullying at my school grabbed my marked test from me.
He immediately started laughing. "GIVE ME THAT BACK RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!" I screamed while trying to grab it out of his hands. "Nah, I don't feel like it," Tod responded while smirking. I pushed Tod to the bus wall. Tod imidiatly grabbed me and brought me outside of the bus stop.
He pushed me onto the ground then started kicking me. He kicked me until his bus finnaly came. Then I slowly walked back to the bus stop. I took my seat. Toughts of suicide and other thoughts like "You diserved it," starting erupting in my mind.
Finnaly my bus came. I went into it and took my seat. Once it finnaly got to my house I walked to my front door. I opend it then went into my room. I grabbed out my razor blade and started slicing up my arm. That's when my door slowly started to open!!
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The Silence
Teen FictionThis story is not about anyone pecific it is just that I created I understand that it isn't the best but at least I tried. Also there are swears in this book so just be ready. Also some parts may be triggering. Please message me about any grammer m...
