He Cared

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Well hello there! Thank you so much for reading, and I really hope you enjoy this cringy story. I will be trying to post every week, so yeah! I shall leave you to read :)

(Warning: This chapter has self-harm in it. Please don't read if it triggers you. Love you<3)

"WHERE WERE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE FIVE MINUTES AGO!" Mom screamed at me. 

I had to stay back after school to talk with my principal about this new student that is coming to our school. I just don't get why he would transfer a few weeks till we graduate. I have to show him around tomorrow before school starts. Why me?

"I'm sorry! I had to stay after and talk with the prin-" I was cut off with my moms hand raising and smacking me across my face. My head flew to the side and my hand automatically flew to my cheek. This wasn't abnormal.

"God! You are so fucking worthless! You can't do anything right!" She yelled. I just lowered my head in shame, and looked at my feet. She was right. I can't do anything without fucking it up. 

"Just go in your room! No food or water for the rest of the night! GO!" I speed walked upstairs to my room. This punishment was actually easy. I've developed an eating disorder, and depression because of living here. My parents surprisingly took me to a doctor years ago, and they told them what was wrong with me. But they didn't care. They want me to die anyway. At least this way, the blood wouldn't be on their hands.

Slowly, I closed my door and slumped down against it. I put my knees up to my chest and softly cried. I had nobody to help me. Nobody cares. And I still have to show the 'new kid' around my high school, and have him bully me like the rest of my school. I just didn't want to deal with any of this anymore.

I wanted to tell somebody about my life, but I couldn't. My mom said if I did, she would literally kill me. But even if I could, I just don't know who to talk to. Nobody likes me. Not even my principle, or the office ladies, and I don't even know why. 

~~TRIGGER WARNING!~~

I sat there against the door crying for a few hours. After my face was red and puffy, I lifted my head, and pulled my sleeves up. There were all of the dark purple marks, and scabs. Some new, some old. Some deep, some light. I walked over to my bed, and grabbed my razor blade from under it.

I always hide them just in case. Just in case my parents find them, and decide to harm me themselves. I walked over to the unfinished bathroom that was in my room. It didn't have much of anything. Just a sink. No shower, no toilet, no mirror. My parents didn't have enough money to finish it, so they just set it to the side to never be finished.

I ran the water in the sink, and held the blade in my right hand. I put my left wrist on the sink counter, and put the blade where I wanted my next cut to be. I pressed harder and glided it across my wrist, blood pooling out of the cut I had just made. Tears streamed down my face. Yes, it hurt, but this pain is nothing compared to the pain I have been feeling for years.

I just let my blood stream down into the sink, the running water taking it down into the drain. I sat there like that for what seemed to be forever, just slashing my wrists to shreds. When I finally had enough and started to feel lightheaded, I grabbed some paper towels.

I started wrapping my wrist with it, trying to stop some of the bleeding. When I was done, I took a wrap that i'd bought a couple days ago, and wrapped it over the paper towel. I looked at it one more time before I walked back over to my room. 

I looked at myself in my mirror. Most of my bruises were healing, which was good. But there were new ones forming anyway, so it really didn't matter. Everything ached. My wrist throbbed with pain. 

The voices in my head kept telling me I was fat, and to keep cutting. I wanted to get out of this nightmare life I was living. I wish somebody would like me. Hopefully tomorrow goes good, and the new student won't turn into one of my bullies. But the chances of that happening are so slim.

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I grabbed my phone and my headphones. Quickly, I unlocked my phone, and went on spotify, picking out the song 'Trees' by Twenty One Pilots. This song meant everything to me. It stopped me from wanting to kill myself. It helped me through the hardest of times. Hell, it still helps me through all of these hard times. I wish I could meet Tyler and Josh, and actually tell them this. 

Before I knew it, it was 2am, and my eyes were starting to feel heavy. Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep still listening to 'Trees', and dreading what is going to take place tomorrow.