As every day got worse and worse for the girl, and she just wanted to give up, she kept on going, she got called ugly in the hallway, people told her she was too skinny and needed to gain weight, that she looked like a ghost.
The only reason she was still living was because of her mother, the girl knew it, she wished it was differently, but it weren't, there was nothing for her to live for here.
Every day after school she'd go straight to bed, take a small box out of the lowest drawer of her nighstand.
She'd take the blades out, looked at them, decided whitch one would be the sharpest, when she found the shapest blade ahe took it and put it on her wrist, leg, thight or hip, sometimes even her stomach, as she cut with the blade in her skin she would whisper ''I'm sorry''.
blood dripped on the towel she had taken, knowing she had to wash it herself or her mom might find out how she was feeling.
Finally the day she waited for had come, Christmas break. She would spend time with just her mom, but she still wasn't happy, she started hoping, every time she crossed a road, that she's get hit by a car, but it never happened, so she kept going, she ended up bearly eating anything anymore, she lost more weight, slept less, she still hoped she'd die, but the day never came, how did people live life so happely? This world was just cruel.
