Hijacked.

Against the tide(continued)

Before I could speak someone in the back started playing 'You're a jerk' by newboyz. I laughed and climbed to the top of a table with Dylan's help.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

I nodded and told people to quiet down.

"Thanks darlings. Did I cut? Yes I did. Did I regret it? Yes I did. But why do people look at the cuts and the scars without looking at the reason behind them. The person behind them. The world is cruel and when people cut we push them even further to do worse to themselves.

Why do we need to bring others down to build ourselves up? The Bible tells us to build others up with our words, but here we are tweeting, retweeting and saying horrible things about people. It might seem like a little fun now but I know people who were pushed to kill themselves after one more retweet. One more act of unkindness. One more person ignoring them. One more person who didn't smileat them.

Jesus called us to be brothers and sisters. No matter how much you hate your siblings you'll be sad to see them break down each day until they have nothing left to give and they become nothing but a human, not a human being because the act of being is founded upon love. The love that is so important but lacking in our world today.

But that's what our society encourages, the destruction of peoples confidence levels. I know my scars don't define me. My past doesn't define me. And my cuts definitely do not define me. Like I said, Jesus is the one who defines me. I ran to the safe harbor of cutting when I didn't know that The Lord is my refuge and my fortress. He is the pillar that holds my life, not any blade or form of release.

I hardly ate for a week after the incident that pushed me to all this because I compared myself to the girl that replaced me and now I realize I shouldn't have. We are all made different and we should accept it. I know I'm lean but when worry comes in, all sense of reasoning goes out the door. I worried that I wasn't good enough, or trim enough so I was replaced but now I know that wasn't true.

I look at you all and see potential but that potential is silenced when you follow the crowd. The potential to end teen suicide lies in you. The potential to end teen binge drinking and eating lies in you. It all starts when you change your vocabulary. Change "you're fat" for "you're not at your best and you can work on that". But all of these can't be done without Jesus because he instils in us His Spirit which helps us follow the golden rule 'Do unto others as you want them to do to you'. So if you would like to be the change, be the one in a million, ask Him to come in today. Tell Him you're sorry for breaking others down instead of building up His kingdom and His children. Don't pretend because people are watching, it's never going to be about them it's all about you. It's just you and God and not your friends when the trumpet sounds."

Tears trickled down peoples faces as they repeated the prayer after me. Kyle simply stood there and stared at me. Afterwards someone asked "Who cheated?"

"If I told you it wouldn't change anything. It doesn't matter anymore." I replied.

Dylan hugged me and whispered into my ear. "I'm so proud of you" he said.

It had taken a while but I had finally come around to trusting God and letting Him be my pillar. '@SucidewatchAnnie' was reported and taken down from twitter right there and I was glad.

As I plopped on the sofa I noticed a huge pile of mails. I walked over and did a quick scan. I noticed one from 'Haute Kouturá' -my mum's international fashion house. I smacked my head for forgetting about it.

"If you don't enjoy headaches you really need to stop that" Dylan said.

I stuck my tongue out at him and opened the envelope. It stated some business sale details and showed that Rhonda Prescott had taken over since my mum got missing. I was angry and put a call through to the office.

"Hello, Haute Kouturá, how can I help you?" a pleasant voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Hi it is Annie Krista, I would like to speak to Rhonda Prescott," I said.

But before I could get a reply the she dropped the phone. I called back ten more times but no one picked up my calls.

"You can't believe what I just realized. Kyle's mum took over my mum's company and she has no legal grounds to do so. I need to get back the thing my mum spent her whole life building. I have to," I said to Dylan.

"Can we do that after some spaghetti? I'm starving." he pleaded.

"Sure. I'll make it. Put a call through to my dad, I wonder if he knows about this".