Beep. Beep. Beeeeep.
"Ughhh damn." I moaned.
I reached for the snooze button, wincing as the cuts on my arms reopened. Last night had been a blur... Just a night of blood and tears. I watched with morbid fascination as the blood flowed along my arms.
"Mary come down! Breakfast is ready." My mom screeched.
My train of thought was broken so I got up and mostly did my daily routine. I savored the feeling of waking up late since I'm down to the last month of summer vacation. I didn't bother to cover up or dry the cuts because I decided that it was time for my parents to know what I have become. A suicidal,
masochistic freak of a daughter. So I went downstairs where I was greeted by the view of my parents who are enjoying freshly baked cookies, I greeted them and grabbed a cup of coffee, I noticed my parents' eyes widened when they saw the bleeding cuts. I just smiled and grabbed a cookie while my mother promptly fainted.
"Well goodmorning to you too mother dear." I said grinning.
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Cuts and Romance
Roman pour AdolescentsThis is the first i wrote, so judgement is appreciated and tips welcomed. Simple description: cliche in a way. Utterly sentimental. And possibly... Great? Mary saw a lot of bad stuff. She gets bullied and her parents are on the verge of divorce and...
