Broken.

CHAPTER ONE: REFLECTION.

I stared at my reflection in disgust.

I hated the way I looked.

My once blue eyes had now turned grey, it must be from how unhappy I am.. My nose was big, my eyebrows were uneven, I had a lot of freckles because of my Irish relations as my father says..

My dark brown hair that reached past my shoulders was dripping wet from the rain storm that I'd just been running home from school in. My blue Hollister t-shirt and jeans were clinging to my body.

I slowly removed my clothes until I was only in my underwear.

I looked into the mirror again. My eyes glazed over.

If I say that I hated the way my face looks, you couldn't imagine how much I despise my body.

My shoulders were too broad. I was so insecure about my weight. Whenever I would sit down my stomach would all come together and my thighs would become the size of Russia. My boobs weren't big but my ass unfortunately was.

The tears began rolling down my cheeks, I wiped them away and put on my pyjamas.

I was too exhausted to do any homework so I decided I'd go to bed and take a nap.

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I woke up a few hours later gasping for air.

I took a deep breath of air and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

I'd had another dream, no.. not a dream.

It was real for me, I was used to it now.. Not that I wanted to be.

It was the voices, they were still there..haunting me.

I needed to let it all out, all my pain..

I sat quietly for a moment or two, then making sure I was quiet enough so nobody would hear me, I hugged into my pillow and cried, I burst into tears and lay there, quietly sobbing into my pillow, which was catching all of my tears.

I needed to do something to make me stop thinking of my pain for a while, something to numb me and set my mind to something else.

I sat up in my bed, leaned over to my drawer and started rummaging through it until I found what I needed.. My blade.