June 5, 2011, end of 5th grade
"Bitch," John yells at me as I walk away from the bus stop "big fat ugly bitch!"
"What does that mean Hanna?" my kindergarten brother Eli asks me, looking at me innocently, taking my tan-peach hand in his small chocolate colored one. He was adopted from Rhode Island when he was a baby.
"It means dog Eli, a very, very bad word for a dog. Don't ever use that word, ok?"
" 'K Hanna."
"Now you and Joey go play with your friends, I'm going to go home and so my homework, ok?" Joey was my 8 year old brother
"Yes Hanna." He says looking at me through his deep chocolate eyes, letting go of my hand and running off to play with his friends, backpack swinging back and forth as he ran.
I take a deep breath as I walk home, my eyes cast down, staring at the sidewalk.
"Hello?" I yell as I enter my house, even though I know no ones home.
"Good." I mutter to myself as I grab a long knife from our knife drawer and walk to the bathroom. I put my backpack down and hold the knife to my throat, breathing heavily. I start to push it against my throat, feeling the beads of blood fall trickle down my neck and onto my chest. I gasp and put the knife down.
"I can't do it," I gasp "I just can't do it."
I start to sob and sit down on the edge of the bathtub, crying. Eventually I get up and do my homework and never tell anyone what happened.
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Teen FictionHanna has been cutting since 7th grade and is now starting high school. Only one of her friends knows about her cutting. FYI some parts of this story are true. All of the flashbacks/past chapters actually happened to me but I'm using different n...
