I promised Scott I wouldn't hurt myself again but I just couldn't resist. I needed to numb the pain, I just had to...
I crawled toward the drawer well hidden from my parents and the multiple maids who were always prowling looking for something to clean.
I looked at the razor ....i felt so unloved the only person who cared about me was Scott, more tears slipped down my face.
How can I be so wealthy yet so unhappy, it wasn't my fault I was born an orphan it isn't my fault that my foster parents stop caring once they got their new bundle of joy
I closed my eyes and made the first slice. I reveled in the pain...it was my anesthetic. I sliced deeper the next time
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Sour
Short StoryI still can't understand how everything went wrong When you put all your trust in one person and the person watches you fall In fact the person pushes you in the first place. The world is my hell... And I am my own demon
