Flashback
It was the moments when I looked in the mirror that I hated most, because it was then when I looked at my reflection that I knew what I was.
From my crappy black hair, to my acne-covered forehead, my dull brown empty eyes, my abnormal nose, my big ears that I usually covered with my hair, my swollen lips from all the biting due to immense pain.
I was ugly.
And this realization always led to one thing; hate. And for me, hate meant cutting. Cutting meant blood and blood meant war.
War with myself.
Word count: 98
This chapter explains what bullying did to her; self-hate. She heard the words too many times that she started to believe them, instead of fighting them.
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Her Suicide
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