You didn’t know how you got here. One moment you were happy, with your family and tons of friends,the next you were all alone. It only took one word to shatter your life. It only took one person. That persons name was Brittany Zales. She was the most popular girl at your school. She was bitchy, mean, sexy, devious, manipulative, and diabolical. You on the other hand were the opposite. You were popular too, it’s that you were kind, funny, beautiful, charming, and witty. You just happened to piss Brittany off. It was a big mistake. It wasn’t even your fault. Her boyfriend, Calum Hood, tried to kiss you. You rejected him though. He was captain of the soccer team, he brought them to state finals and even you had to admit he was amazing. He was extremely sexy too. But to your dismay, his sexiness and athletic potential was all blinded over by arrogance and a vain persona, plus an ego as big as America. When you rejected him he was extremely embarrassed. That’s never happened to him before. Then out of anger, he went and told Brittany a lie and said that you tried to seduce him. She unfortunately believed him. She sent out an embarrassing photoshopped picture of you to the whole school. It was from your middle school 8th grade graduation. That was the day some guy had accidentally dropped his food all over your head, right when you were taking your photo. You were bullied for a good year straight. It was hell. There was only so much more of it that you could take. At first you thought it would blow over, but it hadn’t. Everyone had that photo. They were on lockers, posters, even on people’s home screens. You thought at least when you got home you could finally escape all of it, but you could never have peace because she constantly texted you. She texted you cruel and hateful things in which each hurtful word was even worst then the last. That’s when you then started to mutilate yourself. That’s how and why you started to cut. Every slice upon your skin took all the thoughts of hatred and humiliation away. Every cruel laugh was replaced with a warm liquidated thirst for more blood. It just took away all the agony, and replaced it with more. You knew you had to stop before you truly hurt yourself, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want relief to end. You didn’t want to endure the hate from society again. You wanted it all to stop. You started to cut more and more to the point of whenever you had free time, you used it to cut. It gave you some kind of thrill. It made you feel as if you had some control over your life. It made you feel free. One day you went too far. You had cut too deep and the blood just wouldn’t stop. It seemed like you busted a vain or worst, a vessel. You panicked and grabbed a random towel, which soon was soaked in your blood. This didn’t make you feel free or in control. This made you feel frightened and confused. Your vision blurred and you felt weak. you tried to stand but, your knees simply buckled under you and you fell to the ground. You heard your mom yell for you and weight being put onto the stairs. You started to see stars and small dots run across your eyes. You heard the door knob jiggle a bit and your mother plea for you to open the door. The last thing you heard was a loud high pitched scream. You felt a single tear escape your eye as your eyesight gave out and all you saw was darkness.
