Evangeline

"Crybaby"

Alone and depressed. She isolated herself from everyone. Evangeline enjoyed being alone because she didn't have to be embarrassed. Brokenhearted, she just lie on her bed and cry into her pillow. She had been rejected her blade. She made too many promises and broke so many of them. This was one she just didn't want to break. It was tempting but she refused. She was sick of being bullied. She wanted to die. She's been wanting to die since she was 7. She's 15. Think about it.

Evan couldn't stop crying. She felt unloved. Worthless. She couldn't stop refusing the blade. She sat up and grabbed it vigorously and cut her wrist. The thin skin opened up and blood slowly drizzled out. She enjoyed the pain. It burned. But not a lot because she had been used to the pain so it was just a slight burn. She cried more from the slight burn. Blood dripped from her wrist to the floor.

Another scar to come. There was no room for it but Evan didn't care. She sat at her desk, got a piece of paper and a pencil. She sat for a second and thought about how she would write her suicide note. She started the note with "I'm Sorry". She could care less about the world around her. That includes the people, like her parents and her little brother. She didn't care about her parents because they treat her like shit. As if she doesn't exist. They don't feed her, they don't check up on her every once in a while to see if everything was okay. They would say they loved her but she didn't believe one bit of it.

Her brother on the other hand, he did a lot for her. He would try to cheer her up if he felt she was sad. Yes, he did hurt her too, he would hit her and tell on her for no reason. Quinton was only 13 years old. He didn't care much about what he did to Evangeline though.