His Fucked Up Life

Chapter 1 - The Start

August 14th, 2006. That's when she was born. She was brought out of the stomach, born unnaturally from a C-section in Albany, New York at about 00:14 AM. A Leo, she was, and a night person. She was basically nocturnal. She slept only in the day and was always fully awake at night. This baby didn't have a crib, nor did she sleep in her parents room next to her mother and father's bed, she slept in the living room on the floor in one of those fences that keep puppies in a certain place.
You know the ones. I know you do.
She slept on that same floor, in the same position every night for about 4 years, then she got an actual bed. Fast forward to first grade, she was 6 or 7, already depressed and wanting to kill herself. It was a Thursday, and she was just dreading the wait until the weekend. She was sitting at her small desk as her teacher blabbed on about something to do with math, she didn't care. She was lost in her thoughts. She was done with her classmates, her teacher and basically that whole day and just wanted to die. Exhausted, she grabbed all her strength and got up to sharpen her pencil. The whirring sound of the graphite being sharpened by the blade inside of the electric sharpener was almost soothing her soul. She took the pencil out of the sharpener, wiping off the excess graphite with her shirt. She walked back to her seat, clunking down into the uncomfortable chair. She took the pencil and stared at the point, jabbing it into the skin just below her eye. She breathed heavily through her nose as tears ran down her puffy face. Nobody in class noticed what she was doing to herself or even that she was crying. She pulled the pencil out of her skin, noticing that the sharpened piece of graphite was no longer on the tip of the pencil, it was now stuck in her skin. She didn't scream out, she stayed calm. This is what she intended to do, to hurt herself. She silently walked out of her classroom and nobody noticed as she walked out, she went to the bathroom to look into the mirror. She climbed up onto the counter and leaned over the sink, pressing her elbows against the surface of the mirror. Fuck, she thought to herself as she looked at the grey-black piece of graphite stuck in her skin. She took her sharp fingernails and removed as much of the piece of she could from her face. She got a good amount of it out, but there was still a small piece stuck in there. This hole in her face was small and slowly started to bleed. She reached in her jean pocket and pulled out one of those circular band-aids you have after you get a shot. She washed off the blood with water from the sink and placed the small adhesive bandage on the bleeding spot on her face. She stared at herself in the mirror and almost felt good. She hopped off of the counter and landed on her ass on the floor. This made a small thud. She got up and walked back into class. As soon as she sat down, her watch beeped, and that meant that class was over, she grabbed her small backpack and walked out of class before anyone else could leave. She left her backpack outside of her classroom and proceeded to walk down the haunting school corridors alone.

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