He was cruelly treated at school. The kids at school and his single mom called him pig, dissapointment, disgusting, slut, and worse.
One day it was too much. He was done. He picked up his metal, sharp pen and drew two long, crimson streaks up his arm. Hours later when he was called for dinner and didn't answer his mom stormed in the room. She found him lying peacefully in a red pool on the floor. Next to him rested a scrap of paper with a question.
"Am I beautiful now?"
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