I ran to my room and sat on the edge of my bed. As I held my head in my hands, hot tears began to stream down my face. Thousands of questions ran through my mind. Why did the kids at school pick on me so much? Why couldn't my parents be happy together? Why couldn't I have a happy family? Why was I born? I couldn't take the pain anymore. I wanted it to stop. A thought popped up in my mind. Maybe physical pain could take away the mental pain. I had heard of people who hurt themselves to cure their pain, maybe It would work. I went to the bathroom and grabbed razor. I started taking it apart as the tears streamed down my face burning my cheeks. Was I really going to do this? Yes, we are, it will help. Great, now I'm arguing with my own mind. I took the blade and pressed it to my delicate skin and slid the sharp object across my wrist. It stung at first, but to my surprise relief flooded inside me. I felt better. *end of flashback*
That was the first time I cut. Three years ago today. It was only one, but now look at me. I can't even count them. I'm covered in fresh cuts and old scar tissue. You can't even find fresh skin on my wrist really anymore. It takes the pain away though, as ugly as it may be. I stopped thinking about it and hopped in the shower, turning on steaming hot water and scrubbing my skin as if I could wash the scars of. When I was clean I sat under the water for a bit, enjoying the calming effect the water had on me. I threw on my "Normal people scare me" T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans with my black combat boots. I decided to go for a more gentle look with my makeup today. Mascara, a pink lipstick that almost matched my natural lip color, and a simple winged eyeliner satisfied me. Taking one more look at myself in the mirror, I frowned and walked out the door to catch the school bus.
Ok so being the first chapter, it is short. I apologize for its shortness ad I promise that the next chapter with be at least 1,000 words long. I'll be updating once a week. Please comment and vote. Love you guys!
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Crimson Paintings
RomanceApril is an artist. She is a unique artist. Her paint is colored Crimson, her paintbrush is sharp, and her canvas is her skin. She never shows off her paintings. Every night she adds to her gallery of Crimson paintings, and her tears fall in silence...
