My mom is out at work... again, my sister is at her friends house so I'm home alone. I hear my phone buzz, it reads "From, Stella" oh gosh what could it be this time? The most popular girl in school has been making fun of me since the 6th grade, I opened the messege, "Hey Jasmine, have you cut lately? Why don't you just kill yourself no one likes you! You're a fat pig get a life!" I didn't reply and it doesn't bother me much except the fat pig part. I hate being called fat because I know it's true. At 8:00 P.M I took a quick shower but I looked in the mirror before hand, I could hear the voices saying "cut, cut, cut! You're fat and useless everyone hates you." Then I started to remember the day, one of the worst days of my life. I ran into my room, grabbed my blades, hopped in the shower and cut after about 20 slits and a river of blood under my feet I set the blade down and got out. I heard the doorbell ring so I quickly put my pajamas on and raced down the stairs, only to find it was Zeke, he's 8 years old, his family has been our neighbor for years and this kid continues to obsess over me. I opened the door to see he made me cookies I thank him, but drop the dish as he grabbed my freshly cut arm, he stepped back when I squeeled from the pain, he raced home leaving me to pick up the mess, I don't blame him though, I would have been frightened too.
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Teen FictionA girl named jasmine has been cutting ever since the one horrible day that she remembers everything about. Her mom works so much that she never sees her and she is basically supporting her 11 year old sister on her own.
