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I came home from school with mixed emotivos. Did I Really make friends or were they just beining nice because Im the new girl. I walk through the door and am welcomed by my parents fighting.
This happens so much that its normal to hear glass shatter. I sigh and walk into my room. I through my backpack on the floor and go to my desk.
I Open a Frost and grab a shinny Sharp object. This small peace of metal has been there for me When ever I needed releise. I hold the small blade in my hand before pressing it to the skin on my wrist.
I slowly slid up not accrost....up. I watch the blood starts to srfise Seeing the blood, my blood. The sight of it is almost addicting.
I do This prosses over and over again untill i start to get dizzy and I can nolonger feel my fingers. This feeling is what I live off of. I crave it my every waking mineut. Its my drug.
I lay on my bed and pool at my arm, coverd in crimson blood. Then my eyes get heavey....And I drift off.
This my every day. I Cutt, pass out, wake up and deal with the after math of my parents fighting. This is my life....And god I hate it.
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A/N This is a sad chapter and its all true .
