When I went to school for some reason everyone was looking at me differently. People kept whispering about me. One girl even came up to me and called me a cold-hearted slut. I was terrified of what was going to happen to me. People kept saying things like, “Oh my God did you hear what she did?” For some reason that's all people would do. My friends turned on me. They said that I was too slutty for them. I felt so upset at myself. Rumors went from school to school. It was hard walking around at that point. One girl came up to me and she was about to say something but I said, “Look throw it some more at me. Call me a cold-hearted slut like everyone else is but that ain’t going to make you a better person.” She walked off. When I got home I looked in the mirror. I was shouting at myself for everything I have done. I remember how I was when I was a little girl. I could see all the things that were wrong about myself. I punched the mirror and it smashed with glass falling to the floor. I picked up one of the pieces and cut through my arm. I wrote the words cold-hearted slut. I was home alone at the time so mum did not hear me. I quickly cleaned up the glass and threw it out. I covered my arm with my shirt and never took off my jumper. I remember saying this as a little girl, “I will never cut mummy I am the happiest girl in the world!” I would cry and cut every day. School was a living nightmare. People would call me names and I didn’t even know them. The hardest thing was not getting along with my sister and my parents. I felt like I was adopted and like I didn’t belong on earth. I hated life. I ran away from home with my phone and food. My friend found me on the street and walked me back home. He wiped my tears and told me it was going to be okay.
