I spend all day
Sunday,
Laying in bed.
Cuddled
In
My
Sorrows.
Ana still won't talk
To me.
Mia says she's
Just being a bitch.
Monday's
No better.
I fake a fever,
And skip school.
And slice my wrist.
Kyler shows up
At 12,
With Naomi.
I ignore
The knocks
On the front door.
They'll leave,
Eventually.
But my hopes are shot,
When Naomi barges
Into my room,
Kyler on her heels.
Go away,
I groan,
Rolling over into my mountain
Of pillows.
Preslee,
Get up,
Naomi shouts,
Pulling off my covers.
No,
I yell back,
Still refusing to face her.
She grabs me,
By my wrist.
I scream as if
She's just branded me
With an iron.
She drops my arm,
And jumps away,
Shocked,
And
Frightened.
Why are you bleeding?
She whispers,
More to herself
Than me.
I sob
As my skin
Rips open,
Once again.
Oh my God.
Preslee get up,
Now!
You're bleeding,
She cries,
Kyler,
Do something!
I hear his feet
Shuffle across my floor,
And then I'm being lifted.
Away from my demons,
And
Away from my monsters.
Fix me,
I tell him,
Staring into his
Grey eyes.
Fix me,
I tell him,
As his salty tears
Fall onto my face.
He doesn't respond,
And I begin to
Wonder.
The walk
Down the stairs
Hurts.
But not as bad
As the ride
To the hospital.
Kyler
Holds
My
Hand,
As I have
25 stitches
Sewn into my wrist.
Naomi cries
In the hallway.
Drama Queen,
Cat huffs.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...
