Caramel Ice Cream

• Final • Caramel Ice Cream®

WARNING!!! IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE READING ABOUT CUTTING / SELF HARM, I SUGGEST YOU TAKE YOUR LEAVE RIGHT NOW , THE EXIT'S THAT WAY *points to something* 

THANK YOU AND I'LL HOPE YOU'LL APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THIS FIC WHICH IS A SMALL BIT OF MY IMAGINATION AND CREATIVITY :D 

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 I walked into Baskin Robbins which just so happened to be just round the corner from my house. The first building on that street, one could not help but gawk at the many flavours of delectable ice cream, drool threatening to come out of one's mouth. 

  The bell of the store rang, signalling that there was a customer. I walked up to the counter, and the person manning it turned to me, smiling a mega-watt smile. 

  "Hey Mi Yung, the normal again?" the waiter smiled, gesturing at the caramel ice cream that was closed to finishing. 

  As he went about to get a cup for the ice cream, I was tapped on my shoulder. I turned back only to meet the cool-kid-on-the-block, Kim Jongin. 

  "Howsit going? Have you started cutting your own face? Because I'm sure your face seemed more hideous than normal."

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  I am Hwang Mi Yung, aged 17. I was a hardcore party goer, crashing someone's house day after day. Staying up late all night. That was basically my life, until my boyfriend was stolen away right beneath my nose. 

  I fell into the depression state, I was constantly crying. I secluded myself from everyone, lying in bed alone, sobbing my heart out. I went back to school for a day, and stopped school the next day. That's because, students in my school shot me judging looks. I swore I heard someone say that I cheated on my boyfriend because I was a whore, a slut, who slept around with men. 

  Well if they didn't know, it hurts. Real bad. It hurts, cut deep so badly that I took to cutting. 

  It wasn't very surprising when my mom walked into the room one day, lying in a pool of my blood, on the floor. I was rushed to the hospital, and then was placed in the ICU. 

  Days passed and I waited for my parents to visit me. They didn't. Guess I was so screwed up, they were ashamed of me. I had gone into an even worse state of depression. Lets just say, I kinda went insane. I found sharp objects that I could cut myself with, be it plastic knives, pen caps, I used them, slicing them across my wrist. 

  Many nights, I slept in turmoil. I cried myself to sleep, wondering, what did I even do to deserve this kind of life. I thought about how easy it was, to just jump out, and die. 

  Would death be painless? I questioned myself every night. 

  Soon, I became uncontrollable, I started to use my own teeth to bite myself, I tried to escape from my enclosed room. I ran, but they always caught me. 

  My heart aches. I wonder why, everyone seemed to avoid me. I saw the fear in their eyes. 

  At that moment, I felt all alone. I felt like and outcast. I felt as if no one wanted me. I felt like crap. 

  Was I that worthless?

  I soon got a hold onto my mental stability. I took long quiet walks, pacing from one corner of the room to the other. When the nurses saw my docile and kind of calm nature, they eventually let me out.