You keep playing in traffic and you'll end up dead. Trying hard to fit into a mold that wasn't cast for you. An image built with loneliness and it's just not working. You sell yourself short, it's the easy way. Ducking every mirror just to hide your...
"Well here I go, no more pain, no more suffering" I mumble under my breath fogging into the cool night air.
I approached the Suicide bridge, that's what people call it, I come up closer to look down to the water 100 ft below me, so many people have died here, and soon I will join them.
The water crashed against the large sharp rocks below me.
I climbed up the short stone wall, small pebbles crunching under my feet. My foot slips a little, I balance and stand back up.
Goodbye cruel world. I bend my knees getting ready to jump, okay One... Two...
"STOP!" "STOP!" "DON'T JUMP, DON'T DO IT!" I heard a unfamiliar voice yell my way.
Ugh why cant I just die in peace, why does everyone have to make everything so difficult.
I didn't bother turning around to see the person calling after me. I stared at the water crying, and shivering from the cold breeze blowing around me.
No one cares about me this person just doesn't want to witness a suicide.
I felt strong arms go around my waist and pull me down. I screamed and kicked trying to get out of the strangers grip, still crying.
"Just let me die" I quietly sobbed. So quiet a mouse couldn't hear me, I'm not used to talking.
"Your so beautiful don't be another lost soul." The man said.
He is obviously blind, I'm disgusting and horrible to look at.
Getting tired from trying to free myself from this strangers arms I let myself go limp. He let me go and then I just stood there.
I felt his warm body get close to me and felt strong arms wrap around me, Oh no oh my gosh whats going on what's he doing, is he going to beet me or hurt me, is he hugging me? I ask myself.
Im being hugged by this stranger, It felt nice, warm I don't know how to describe it.
He pulled away snapping me from my dream state. I looked into his eyes, so warm and greeting, not filled with the anger and hatred I'm used to.
"What's your name?" He asked. I opened my mouth then shut it. I can't talk to him, he shouldn't have to hear my ugly voice.
I smiled a small smile at him then ran, ran as fast as I could to my house hoping he wouldn't follow me.
I approached my door, oh nope can't go in that way, I slowly retracted my hand away from the doorknob and went around to the back.
I climb up the large oak tree and got to my window and climbed into my room quietly so my parents won't hear me.
Why did that guy try to help me, no one would ever do that I'm just the Freak, the outcast ,the ugly girl who no one cares about.
My stomach growls loudly snatching me from my thoughts. I liked to hear my stomach growl, it's applauding me for not eating.
I kicked off my converse into the corner of the room, one of the shoes hitting the wall, I winced when I heard it hit, hoping my parents didn't hear it.
I put on black tights and a white crop top. I stared at my self in the mirror pointing out every flaw. "Snowflake your so ugly" I mumbled touching my reflection in the mirror.
I ran a hand through my ugly White hair, then my face pale skin dark circles around my eyes, I look dead.
Then my overall body, I pinched the fat lumps hanging off my rib cage and frowned.
Then my arms covered in scars from past self harming. Big scars little scars, scars that will last forever and scars that will hopefully fade away, old scars and new scars.
I try not to cut, I can go a long time without doing it, twice I had went a whole 2 years but it doesn't last.
I always relapse because that's what I do I'm a fuck up a nothing just wandering this earth waiting to wilt and die like a dehydrated Rose in the hot desert sun.
I feel bad for not talking to the Man but, wait no why would I feel bad it's a good thing I didn't say anything if he heard my disgusting voice he probably would of dropped me then hit me. ------------------FLASHBACK---------------- When I was 8, me and a group were doing a science project everyone was spitting out some ideas, but my ideas were better I tried to talk to them and tell them but they would just look at me and roll their eyes.
Then after 4 minutes of trying to give out my Idea for are project one of the girls Stacy, who currently still bully's me shoved me to the ground and kicked me then said "Shut up no one wants to hear your stupid voice you ugly brat go away". I never spoke a word since. -------------FLASHBACKOVER------------ I curled up in bed and cried after thinking about that, then I started to think about the bullying that goes on now, and then my Parents getting drunk and beating me.
My eyelids started to get heavy and I could no longer stay awake.
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