Don't do it.

.:Music:.

A tear slipped from my eye as I stared at the white screen. The phone slipping slightly from my grip.

I wiped the tear away with the back of my hand and read it again.

Lily, Ashley said she thinks your ugly and fat. She was spreading rumors about you being a slut. Since you're my friend I thought I should tell you.

I shoved my phone into my backpack and pushed it to my back. I made my way to the sleek red car in front of the school.

"Hey honey, how was school?" My mother asked from beside me as the car started to move.

"It was okay, nothing exciting happened though." I turned to the window and thought as I rested my head against the window.

'I am fat and ugly. I'll never be pretty enough.'

The trees rushed by in a blur of green.

'This is so stupid, why am I crying like someone threatened my family. Everyone else goes through worse, but I get so effect by the little things.'

The car stopped and I realized we were home. Before mom could say anything I slammed the door and climbed the stairs to my room.

My phone buzzed, alerting me of a text.

Bethany
Can I have your clothes, now that you can't fit in them?

I was about to text her back when my phone buzzed with a new texts.

Ally
Hey, wouldn't it just be so much better if Lily was never born?

Oops, wrong number.

Cameron
Did you just eat whatever you wanted over the summer or something?

Sarah
My mom says some people just don't know when to stop eating. I can help you control your weight.

Warm tears slid down my face. They knew I was insecure about it because I told Bethany. Once she found out that I liked Jake, she freaked on me and became my bully.

I looked towards the bathroom, where I left a piece of glass. I started cutting my wrists once I became depressed. It was like these people stripped all the life from me. I no longer wanted to live.

I looked at my bed, where I put my headphones.

I ran towards my bed and swiftly plugged the headphones into my phone.

Opening the Amazon music app, I found my playlist entitled : Don't do it. It was a list of all my favorite songs that helped me feel better. When I played the first song, I automatically felt a little better.

I let the song envelope me until that's all I felt and heard.

Blocking the world out is my strategy, when I blast the music into my ears, I let all my cares go.

I already had scars covering my arms, and recently I realized that I only have to deal with these demons until I graduate. I have one year left, then I'll never see them again.

A small smile appeared on my face as I thought about my future.