CyberLove

Five

The Next Morning

Trigger Warning

I was awoken to my mother screaming at me. Nothing new. "FRANK, WHY WAS THERE BLOOD ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR?!" she yelled. "I-uh-I-I had a nosebleed..." I stuttered. "Give me it." She said with no context. "W-what?" I said, extremely confused. "Give me your electronics AND whatever you used to make yourself bleed." She said, clearly annoyed. "I-I didn't make myself bleed. I had a nosebleed." I said "Give me the fucking electronics at least, Frank. I don't care if you cut your fatass or not, but I need to be a mother and take away your shit." She said. I handed over my electronics and went to the bathroom. It was saturday and I
I had nothing to do. Nothing new. I made myself a bubble bath. I stripped myself of my clothes and looked at my body in the mirror. Disgusting. I'm such a fat bitch, why would anyone care about me? My mother is probably right. Everyone says I'm "SoOooO skINNy!" but I know they're lying. It's obvious. I realised I forgot to pick out clothes for after my bath, so I walked back into my room and found my phone on my bed with a note saying "You can have this, but not your laptop because I'm a nice mother." Nice mother my ass. I picked out my clothes for the day. A green day shirt with some black skinny jeans. I'm forced to get dressed, even on the weekends, just incase someone comes over; which never happens. I grabbed my phone and went back to my bath.

I turned off the water and made sure the drain was fully closed. I locked the door and put on my sad music playlist.  I sat in my bath and laid back. I looked at the cuts I made the previous night. I'm so disgusting. I look down at my fat thighs and stomach. Ew. I try to scratch all the fat away but of course, it doesn't work. I continue scratching anyways until I was bleeding. I grab a handful of soap and try to wash myself to make it feel like i'm not a disgusting pig, but it all sticks with me.

Apologies if there are grammar mistakes, it is 5am and I was falling asleep while editing.