My Story

Second Year

With my first, not so hard, year behind me on highscool, my second year starded. Well ofcourse it did...you can't go from 1st to 3rd year...

Anyway, the first day of my second year on school was a nightmare, from what I can remember. As I walked into school, I had the feeling everybody was looking at me, staring accualy. I had my earphones in with my music on 100% so I couldn't hear them, but I just knew they we're talking about me... I tried to walk to my classroom as fast as I could and sat down in a corned, alone as usually. As I saw my classmates coming in, they all stared at me, just staring, not saying a word to me. And that continued the rest of the year, but then I broke a promise I made to myself. To never ever ever cut. But that one night, full of flashbacks of my previous school, the things that happend in the past 1,5 years...and after crying myself to sleep for nearly 3 months straight, I started cutting...

First it were just a few scratches, but later I saw blood dripping in the floor from my wrists. After that night alone in my room, it went only downhill...

My grades started to walk down hill and weren't ready to take the climb back to the top of the mountain, so that gave me a lot of trouble at home. And the problems kept coming and coming and I kept cutting and cutting because who cared right? Who would probably care about a stupid, ugly, weird girl with her wrists full of scars and cuts? Nobody right? Well I almost gave up. I thought I had no friends, I thought that nobody cared... I planned to kill myself to stop the pain...

Until...there were four idiots who accualy showed that they cared, that they loved me, that they didn't want me to die, and that they wanted me to stop cutting :)