Stella:
2 AM.
I couldn't take it anymore. That's what I thought as soon as tears came pouring down. I felt as if I have gone through way too much. I just wanted to spill it all to someone, but at the same time, I didn't. I kept it all inside, bottled up.
What's the way I dealt with it all? I cut. That was my escape. To get rid of pain with pain.
I don't tell people, but when I'm mad, I don't eat. At all. I felt as if I deserve to starve, deserve to feel pain, and I sure deserved the insults that I usually receive from my "friends" and my family.
I have had times when I felt God brought me into this world for a joke. Sometimes I even question if there is a God, and if there is, why haven't I gotten help yet? Why do the bad things continue?
And before I know it, it's 6:00. Time to get up for school, the place I dread the most.
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Can You Hear My Scream
Teen FictionLyra: 2:25 PM. I bend down in front of the toilet and use my finger to trigger a gag reflex again. After I'm done, I take three mints, and chew some gum, and then I begin to cry. Why am I doing this again? I do know that doing this will make my teet...
