Chapter 2

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Although my life is absolute shit, there is one person in my life that I care about. Jasmine Harlow. She's been my best friend since nursery. I can trust her with everything. She says I should stop cutting, get a councillor, seek help. I told her I didn't want anyone but you sticking their noses into my business.

We were lining for our dinner, when Danny Dyson came and pulled my hair. He dragged me out of the line, and started to strangle me. I couldn't breathe. I kicked him in the chest and he fell back, this made him more angry, I tried to run away, but he was faster then me. He grabbed me by my collar pinned me up against the wall, and smashed my head against the wall. The whole of the dinner hall was silent. About 80% of the school was in there. Why wasn't anyone helping me? Oh yeah, I forgot. No-one likes me. I'm just pathetic, a lowlife a waste of space. Why don't I just kill myself? Do myself, and everyone else a favour. No one would care, no one would cry. No one would think, "shit what have I done?" They would probably spit on my grave, piss on it. Dance on it.

My head killed. I don't know how I didn't get knocked unconscious. I wish I did. I wish I could've gone into a deep coma, and hopefully died.

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