Chapter 2

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Chapter 2:

Im sitting on the bathroom floor, crying. I have all my braclets with me. I look at the razor and hold my wrist to my chest. Am i really gonna do this? I guess so.. I think of all the good times me and Harry had as kids. I have a smile on my face and then i realize how he treats me now. I can't be his friend..i have to forget him. If he truly cared he would not make fun of me. I take the razor and slit my wrist. The pain kills. I start crying really hard and slit my wrist again. People must hate me.

"Treat others how you wan't to be treated". That isnt happening, its kind of just like "Treat yourself how people treat you". They hurt me, so does slitting my wrist. That kind of works as a rule, huh? I put my bracelets on and bring my razor into my room. I put the razor in my drawer and sit on my bed.

My phones lights up and buzzes. I got a text. I check my phone. It's Harry... Ugh, what could he possibly want now? I read the text. "Hey, it looked like you were gonna cry earlier... Are you okay?" i glance down at my wrists. To be honest with you, no. Im not okay. I reply to him. "not really". Does he really think i would be okay after he makes fun of me?

Harry: why? What?

Me: really?

Harry: what? Tell me...

Me: you and your friends were making fun of me, i get made fun of by everyone. My best friend turned their back on me. Hint, hint, YOU were my bestfriend. You only visited me 2 times in the hospital, i thought you were my best friend Harry! You dont even know why im cross-eyed and have glasses. All you know is that i got in a car crash. You dont even bother to ask what happened or if im okay at the time, you just go and make fun of me!

Harry: look, im sorry...

Me: whatever, im not in the mood, bye.

Harry: please dont go Alexis...

Me: im not in the mood, bye.

Harry texts me again but i dont read the message, i just delete the message. He cant be that sorry if he did it, he was my bestfriend..what happened? I look down at my wrists again and start to cry. I look at the time, it's 9:03pm. Im going to bed.

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