Amanda's pov
It's 2:00 am my thoughts are racing in the back of my mind I keep thinking about my mom why does she hate me so much
"how could she not ". I whisper to myself
I walked in the bathtoom grabbed my razor and stomped on it to brake the blade open
I slid the razor across my wrist I felt nothing but anger towards myself I cried at how I was such a disappointment and a failure to my family.
I watched the blood run down my arms on to the floor it pleased me
"you deserve it " I told myself
I put my hand under warm water and felt the sting I but my tongue so I would let out a sound if my mom found out that id been cutting again who knows what she'd do this time.
Last year in May the day after my mother's birthday I was arrested for shop lifting and they found I out I was suffering from depression and saw the cut marks on my arm they sent me to the hospital were I stayed for a month to get help.
My mother said the whole thing was for attention. It wasn't I just wanted to disappear.
I cleaned the blood off my arm and wrapped it in toilet paper I layer down in my bed put my headphones in and listen to the soft voice of birds telling me it's not about angels.
I looked towards the clock
It read 4:30 I felt myself doze off.
Well what you guys think so far good or no?
My names Miranda by the way I'm 15 and I myself am suffering from depression but day by day I fight it off. 😉 I hope you like the next chapter.
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where it stared ( TRIGGER WARNING a depressing story)
RandomAmanda Moore is a 15 year old light-skinned brown eyed curly haired girl who has been through more then your average 15 year old age never knew her father her mother was a bully she was depressed and alone all she had was her brothers,bestfriend...
