Suicide

"Fat, Ugly, Bitch" I heard people yelling out from the hall way I walked down. I didn't even look up I just kept walking. I felt paper ball hit me in the back but I didn't care I just snuggled my books closer and kept walking. I finally got to my locker to see someone has wrote 'Fat' all over my locker in permanent marker. I looked around and say some girls pointing and laughing. I didn't even care. I put my books up on the top shelf of my locker and just stuck my head in it. if I could I would say in here all day, but unfortunately I cant.

1st period is sport. "line up." Miss Blackly said. Casey got on the scales first. "51.5" Miss Blackly announced. Janie was next "56.1" She announced again. Then me, I stepped on and looked down. It read "66.5" She announced. "bra-vo 10kgs lighter then last week. I would like to see you after class." She whispered as I walked off the scales.

Class had ended and I walked into Miss Blackly's office "Take a seat please." I sat down right next to the door. "How are thinks at home??" She asked. "Fine." I answered looking at the floor wondering why I was here. "How is school?" She asked. "Fine, Miss not trying to be rude in any way but does this conversation have a point." I asked looking up at her.

"Natalie, im worried about you. You dont sit with the other girls in class." I looked away with a tear running down the side of my cheek. "Is your dad still beating you? Does he know it wasn't your fault that your mum hung herself." She continued. I got up she grabbed my head. "I did see the bruises last week!" She stated. I left the room not looking back. I could feel her watching my every step out the door. I finally got out the school ground with some people hassling me. I walked down around the corner to realized Dad was to drunk to remember to pick me up. I looked down and shrugged. I started down the street looking around. There were some beautiful houses in this street. My favourite one is a big red old timber roofed house with a magnificent big door. I finally got to the end of the street fantasiesing on with house I would buy. I walked a little more and it started to rain down on me. I forgot my umbrella so I am getting drenched by the second. I ran across the road and down a little ally. I came out at a clearing and saw my house in the distance. I ran to get there eventually I got to the steps and run up the pouch. Our house is not one of those pretty ones. Ours is old but its wood is falling off and the paint is worn. We have a little scrap fence that is only just standing up. Under our porch we have a plastic chair and a table that goes with it. All it has on it is a ash tray. I open the door. "Dad?!" I yelled through the house but all I could hear was an echo. I walked in a little bit.  When you enter our house you enter in the living and the kitchen. There is a hall to your right with 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. And if you keep waking straight when you walk in our house, you would.walk right into our laundry. I through the hallway through my bag in my room. Went back to the front door and locked it. Went to the kitchen got a knife, walked back down the hall but to the bathroom instead.

I looked into the mirror and down at the knife that was sitting beside the sink. I picked it up shacking. I placed ut on my wrist, pressed down a little and slit. It painful, but not as pain full as it was when I started cutting 2 months ago. (When my mum committed suicide) I could feel the blade slice through the skin. I felt the tears running down my face and I could hear the blood drops hit the floor.

I decided one cut was enough for tonight. I placed the blade right next to the sink and started to run the water. I grabbed another towel. I put my wrist under the water and the sink was full of blood I immediately places the towel on it and pressed down firmly. Trying to stop the blood I ran to my room the get a bandage I had I wrapped it as best as it could and sat there and cryed.