They had me in group today. Asking me questions. Asking me why I started. I simply stated, Bullies hurt me. I was only trying to dull the immense pain they made me feel everyday. Even when it hurt more, I could only imagine this is what they want. The bullies want me to feel pain, so I made myself feel pain. Then I was asked who bullied me. I replied, everyone. That is when the questions stopped. When everyone's heads snapped up to stare at me. The counselor, who's name I don't care to remember, looked at me as if I was lying. Which I'm not. I had no friends. The ones I had don't exist anymore, they now bully me along with everyone else. So yes the world is against me.
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Story Of A Cutter
Teen FictionThis is not about me. Welcome to the deep dark mind of a cutter. I am Jordan. I guess I should just come right out and tell you this, I am a cutter. My wrists, legs, arms, and stomach hold my pain. They show what I am going through, I have kept it a...