In One Piece

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AHHH sorry for not updating!!!  I've been so busy!!!  Hope you guys haven't forgotten about me;)

I sighed and sat down on the side of my bed. I was just told the worst news. I had to go back to school. My parents needed to work extra hours so they could pay for my grandma's funeral, so they couldn't homeschool me anymore. The worst part was that just before I left my old school, people were talking about what happened that day in the gym when Jessie took off my beanie and revealed my bald head. The good thing was that my hair had grown back a little bit, but my leg hadn't. And I knew that it was impossible for my leg to grow back but I kept telling myself that it would grow to make myself feel better. (I was going to start school the month after.)  I hoped that people would not bully me since I've had such a rough couple of years, but I knew that my wish wouldn't come true.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was ugly. A baseball cap rested on my head and I took it off to reveal the little blonde hairs on my head. They were each about an inch long, which wasn't much but it was something. My eyes looked less alive. My skin looked more pale. The tube underneath my nose defined me now. I was nothing more than a girl with cancer. No one liked me. No one wanted to be my friend.

I turned my head to my shower. I looked at the razor on the wall but quickly turned back and ran out of the bathroom, dragging my oxygen tank behind me. I couldn't believe that I had just considered that!  I sat back on my bed in silence, thinking about what my life had come to. I had thought about self harm so much in the past, but since I'm not a fan of blood, I decided that the best route was to be strong and stand up for myself.

Soon though, well since my cancer had gotten worse, I had been looking at the razor more and more often. Something inside me was telling me yes but my heart told me no. It would only hurt my parents more.

I stared out my bedroom window and then turned my gaze to my full body mirror. I slowly stood up and took in all my features. My face reminded me of a pumpkin. It was huge and round and an ugly color. My eyes reminded me of a rat in a sewer. They didn't have the same shine to them. I looked at my hair. Well, it was just.. gone. Finally, my gaze fell to my leg, where I saw a metal rod in place of my leg.

I was very lucky that my parents could afford a prosthetic leg for me, but at the same time I wished that there was no reason that I needed a fake leg. I wished that I never got sick, or got bullied, or had gotten shot. I wished that I had friends, but most of all, I wished I had looked at that razor a little bit longer.

What is she going to do?  Could she really be considering this?  I will update soon!!!
-Akiras1903