I couldn't deal with seeing anyone school. my mom was already at work, so I decided to stay home. I rolled over onto my side and winced, I cut on my hip last night. I just remembered. I looked down at the sheets, they were blood stained, I guess they bled while I was asleep. I will have to be more careful next time. as I go to get out of bed, I notice something odd sitting on my desk, I walk over and inspect it; its a bouquet of black roses, my favorite, there was a card attached, it read
'Don't cut yourself sweety, you body's to pretty for scars - Xoxo your admirer'
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Love Worth Dying For
General FictionBrittany wasn't like any 16 year old girl, she wasn't into cheer-leading and she didn't have friends, she was a class A loner. She was bullied all the time and when she was 10 her parents got devoiced, and she went and lived with her dad, but merely...
