The psych ward

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Shay's POV - 

I walk home hoping to burn off calories.

My tummy grumbles and I keep walking.

I don't let the tears drop that are threatening to come out.

I make it home to find the place trashed and my mother passed out on the ground.

I sigh and slowly make my way upstairs when her hand grabs my ankle and I fall forward hitting my head.

I look up to see my mother towering over me as I rub my forehead a little. 

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A BAD MOTHER YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE YOU FAT PIG!"  she screams at me. I show no fear even though inside I am shaking.

The door opens behind her, and she doesn't know as she continues screaming Maggie stands there with her mouth agape. 

"FATTY  AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?!?!" 

"God your such a worthless child why can't you be like your step sister Maggie?"

She swings her arm and punches me in the face and I fall back softly a bruise starting to come through I find a bottle of pills under the stair case labeled trazidone and I slip it into my sweatshirt pocket. 

Maggie shuts the door, "Hey mommy!" she rushes over and hugs her.

"Hey honey how is my beautiful girl doing?" she smiles

"I'm good mommy." she smiles back.

I slowly get up and Maggie looks over at me. 

"Oh your here" She laughs and pushes me down I hit my head and i reach back and feel the blood a little and then I slowly get back up and head to my room.

"OH is my baby running away?" My mother says and I keep walking into my room.

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I slam the door to my room.

I go under my bed and get the blades and knifes that I had just bought.

I lock my door.

Go to the bathroom grab my scale rope and lighter.

come out of the bathroom and set it down on the floor.

Slowly i set the knifes and blades on the ground as well.

I reach up and take off the sweatshirt and sweatpants. 

I go to my window and reach it open and slowly pull out my alcohol and meth bringing it back to the ground I light some candles.

I sit back down and start pinching my skin.

I hold back my tears. 

I grab my blade and stick out my wrist

I slowly put the blade to my wrist and press down hard dragging it across my skin. I laugh.

I watch the blood drop as the cut widens up more and more. Then I do the same thing to the other wrist. 

I grab my phone and start blasting music. 

I move around grabbing my whiskey and drinking it.

I smile as the taste goes down into my empty stomach making me go have to get sick.

I rush into the bathroom as I puke all over.

I smile and get up, I go to my phone as my wrists stop bleeding and look at what everyone is saying