I hope you enjoy my new book, I've been working all weekend on how I want this to go, and if you could vote, comment, share it, I'd really appreciate it...now on with the Prologue....
Prologue:
When I say I'm fine I don't mean it. Everyone just assumes that's what I really mean...but no. I'm calling out but no ones answering. I'm doing everything I can, when I say things like I'm dead, or I hate myself, people just assume I'm joking around. But no I'm clearly not, I have friends, but sometimes i just feel so alone. Like I'm worth nothing. Sometimes I can't even look at myself, I don't understand how others can even look at me. I do have bullies, my friends don't know, I haven't told them. If I do they'll just end up wanting to murder them, trust me it will only make things so much more worse then they already are...
It's like everyday is on a constant loop. The same thing happens everyday...My alarm goes off at 6:15 every morning...I get dressed...I skip breakfast and start walking to school....I get picked on, on the way into school...I go to my locker...get my books...then I walk around with my friends till its time for class...then I do school all day...then I go home...have a snack...put my pajamas on...walk into my bathroom...then I look in the mirror...and I repeat everything I've been called....bitch...stupid...worthless....slut...monster...ugly...fat...and I end the sentence with a 'I hate myself'. And then I take my scissors from my bathroom cupboard...and I slit my previous cuts on my wrist...and then I walk over to my bed and go to sleep...
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I'm fine...no you're not (complete of book one)#watty's2016
Teen FictionWhen I say I'm fine, I'm really not fine...but it's like when I say I'm fine everyone just assumes that I am. I mean it's just easier to tell them I'm fine then what's really going on. I just want someone to look at me and say "your not fine", and t...