My Story

chapter 6

I got home and went to my room. I ran to the small heart shaped container that sat on my dresser and opened it up.

I took one of the blades that I unscrewed from a pencil sharpener. I slowly sat on my bed and lifted my sleeve up. Bright red scratches were all around.

I held the blade to my arm and pushed it down slowly sliding it across my arm. I yelped in pain. I felt the blood pour from my skin and I didn't try to stop it. I let it drip onto my jeans i was wearing. I even let it drip onto my purple fuzzy carpet.

I laid my head back on one of my throw pillows and let my tears drop onto my shirt.
"I wanna die I thought."I shot up the own thought scared me but it would be so easy.

I thought about it for hours.
Then I finally made my decision,but I'm not going to tell you yet I want it to be a surprise. A sad horrible surprise But don't feel bad it wasn't your fault.

Or maybe it was. Maybe you were the one who let them push me around maybe you were the one who made up the rumor that made me think I was fat. But its to late. I'm done.