You didn't care about me until I was dead.
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I slam my fist on the alarm clock, smashing the off button. With a loud groan, I drag my self out of my bed. My feet hit the fuzzy carpet and I shuffle to the small bathroom down the corridor. Closing the white framed door, I glance in the mirror. My dirt colored hair was in knots, making my head look like something had died. Black mascara was smeared across my face, my dark circles appearing brighter than usual. "Just great!" I muttered to myself, dragging the brush through my hair. I glance down at my wrists, the scars from my pain leaving their white lines across my skin. I guess I'll have to wear a long sleeve today.
My feet thud against the pavement as I run to the living hell, also known as school. I walk into the school quietly. Sometimes, I like being ignored. I feel tranquil, like myself. Today was not going to be one of those days.
Jace walks up to me, a sneer plastered across her flawless face. She stolls up to me, and glares at my shirt and jeans. "I see you went dumpster diving again today?" She snickers, her just as beautiful best friends whispering.
"Just leave me alone." I plead to her, looking at my feet. She puts her hand on her hip, using her other hand to grab my already stretched out shirt. She pushes me back, I hit the lockers, causing everyone in the hallway to stare.
She struts away, her Jimmy Choo shoes tapping against the tile floor. I glance down at my sketcher sneakers and cover my face as I run out of the school doors. I hit someone with a thud, "
"Sorry" I quickly mumble, looking up at the person I so rudely ran into. My best friend, Amber smiles. "Am!" She calls, hugging me tightly. "What's wrong?". I shuffle my feet, brushing my bangs out of my face, "Nothing. Just not feeling well." She looks at me, concern flaring in her lavender eyes. I run down the pavement again, the horrible thoughts pounding in my head. It's not my fault my parent have issues and don't have enough money! I look at my arms, bruises covering my body. I hate my dad. I hate my mom. I hate Jace. Why does everyone intend on hurting me? Is there something I'm doing wrong? My cell phone buzzes loudly, I stop and check it, my mom is calling.
"Hello?" I say, sniffing so it won't sound like I'm crying. "Where the f*** are you?!" She yells "Your teacher said you weren't in school! You are already ugly! I don't need you going stupid either! Do you understand me?!"
Tears escape my eyes once again as I chock on my own words "Y-yes ma'am." I answer, hanging up my phone. I cut in an alley-way, I sit down and lean against the wall. I cry loudly, picking up one of the broken bottles in the alley, slashing my own arm with it. You are such an idiot! You're stupid! Just kill yourself! I knew all these words would come true.
I glance down the alley again, seeing a route to my house. I cut through there, and enter my house. Mom and Dad were yelling again, so they didn't notice me. I walk into my room, sobbing again, grabbing the pills on my dresser, and breaking them open, choking down the toxic powder.
I hope you're happy.
