A Gaggle of Short Stories

Deeper

As she waltzed into the classroom she saw a note on her desk. It read: Wow you ruined your life and your only sixteen. She had been getting these notes for quite some time, ever since everyone had heard about her secret. She went to an all-girl-private-school where everyone hated her. At the end of class she went to her locker to get her books, some girls walked by whispering, aswell as snickering, amongst themselves. She walked home after school and on her porch lay another note, she picked it up and took it inside. She sat down to read it. It read: Drink Bleach! After reading the note she walked to the kitchen counter, grabbed a knife and with her face red from crying, cut herself. As she did this she felt all the hurt and pain leave her body. It hurt, but somehow it felt good. Every time people made fun of her, or hurt her in school she'd go to the bathroom and cut. Deeper and deeper each time. Blood, warm, thick, rich and dark. It flowed from her wrist to the floor. Then one day, she cut just a little too deep, she tried to cry for help but the words refused to pass her lips. As she watched helplessly, her vision started to blur and eventually went black. She fell to the floor motionless and cold, she had died and so did the daby.