Love is Pain

1

New high school already. One month into junior year and I get expelled...again. Whatever. I just want to forget what happened. I just want to forget my whole life.

I want to forget when my dad left. I want to forget when my brother died. I want to forget what happened at the other school. I just want to forget everything that's happened.

"I can't believe you, Marceline! When will you understand to stop? You just started junior year. I don't want you getting in anymore trouble, alright?" my damn mom screamed.
"Whatever. I hate this shit. Why do I even have to go to school?" I muttered as I played with my scars.
"What did I say about cussing? Ugh. Wait a minute... Hm...what about this...," she says.
She shows me BTS tickets. I try to grab them, but she rips it away quickly.
"Ah. Get good grades. No trouble. And you can get these tickets. And...get some new clothes," she offers.
"Ugh. What don't you like about my outfit?"
I look down at my all black outfit: ripped jeans, tank top, bracelets, and hoodie. I pull down my sleeve as my mom looks at my cuts.
"Just... it's not exactly the best. Now come on, I'm taking you to the mall," she demands as she grabs her purse and keys.
I put on my old black converse and follow her out the door. We head into my mom's fancy ass Corvette and she turns on the engine.
"Oh and one more thing," she tells me.
"Hm?" I question.
"Please," she grabs my hand and squeezes it, "stop cutting."
My mom starts to tear up. I close my eyes, and she starts driving.

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A/N:

WARNING: This story does include self-harm. I do not encourage self-harm, it is just simply part of the plot. If you are going through depression, know you are not alone. Friends and family are here to support you. I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to. Stay alive, frens.