I look around my former bedroom, noting that I'm alone. I'm always alone. I begin to tear up in sadness, as I take out a blade and roll up my sleeve. My drawing is huge but never complete; I add more lines almost every day. The blood runs down my arm and pools in my hand. It feels good that I can feel something, anything. The pain tells me I'm alive.
I wasn't always like this. I used to be so happy, so energetic. My parents said I would never stop smiling, but now I never smile. They have long since given up trying to get me to even talk. Nobody at school notices me. My teachers think I'm just shy. Maybe that's what I am. Shy. Maybe that's why my parents are moving me to a whole new state, so I can "start over".
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Angels Can Fly
RandomSkylar has a hard life the past four years. After her best friend raped her and tried to kill her, she moves around a lot, but in every place she goes, it's always the same. There's always a cute boy anda jealous bitch. This new school is no differ...
