Please Don't Call Me Fatso #TheLiteraryAward

Chapter 19

I can't breathe .

I need air.

I want to go home and sleep.

But school won't allow me to leave.

I want to  be somewhere quiet.

Maybe I should go to the bathroom?

Thank god! Its empty.

I don't want to cry in front of the bitches.

And give them a topic to gossip about me.

I check myself in the mirror.

My hair is a mess.

My eyes are red and swollen.

I need something to calm myself.

I need a break.

A long one....

I take out the pocket knife that I keep in my bag.

My mom asked me to keep that knife in my bag for personal safety.

But now its going to be the reason behind my destruction.

With it I will end my life at once and for all.

I am just a burden to my mom.

My dad once said I am good for nothing.

And yes its true.

It seems as if I was born to bring misery and sadness.

No one can love me.

I am ugly.

I am pathetic.

I make a deep cut on my wrist.

It is hurting.

But I don't care

I cut it again.

The entire basin is filled with my blood.

I know my mom will never forgive me.

But she must know her angel is tired of trying and wants to walk away slowly and silently without saying a good bye.

I feel dizzy.

The knife slips away from my hand.

And blackness surrounds me.

Hey guys do you think Carla did the right thing?

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