Chapter Twelve

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The next day I told my mother that I wasn't feeling well.  I had her convinced, but Wednesday I was forced to return.

It's been a couple of days.  Maybe everyone's forgotten about it.

They hadn't.  That was for sure.  There were still eyes on me, whispers, and laughing.  I planned to stick my day without talking to anyone.  It worked.  I had to eat lunch in the bathroom, but I was okay.

I spent my days like that for the next two weeks, and soon no one bothered me.

It was a Saturday night when I was sitting alone in my room.  I was swiping through social media on my phone when I saw Bebe and Kyle.  I froze.

That used to be mine...

I kept scrolling until I saw that they were in a relationship.

It's only been a month.  He lied to me.  He said he'd never go for a girl like Bebe.

I felt a pain in my chest form, and my eyes began to spill tears.  I couldn't breath.  I had to get rid of this overwhelming feeling.

At that moment, all control was out of my hands.  There was a pocket knife my dad kept in his dresser.  I ran back to my room and pressed the sharp blade against my skin.

One...

Two...

Three...

I dropped the blade and welcomed the numb feeling that was about to come over me.  About ten minutes later, I had snapped out of my trace.  The bleeding stopped.  It, then, hit me on what had happened- what had become of me.

I didn't want to be that girl that self harmed, but I couldn't help it.  I felt so much better. I felt that I deserved all of this.  I deserved to be hurt.  I had been pushed to the point that I hated myself.  I was that girl  that self harms.

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