I took a sewing needle and let it sit underneath hot water.
I felt it heat up underneath my thumb and index finger.
My body hummed and tingled from head to toe; I was numb.
I turned the water off and smoothly made three small gashes on the skin of my wrist.
I eagerly licked the blood off of my needle and slipped it away into my backpack.
I look down my wrist, my mind free of negative thoughts.
No one else can get hurt if I hurt only myself.
I don't have to fight back anymore.
I was going to pay Stacey a visit after school.
I knew what was going to come, because Benjamin wasn't going to be there for me anymore.
His life existence was made for Vanessa, and they were meant to be together.
I was meant to be alone.
I was meant to be a mute.
I was meant to be a nobody at all.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
