Lately I've been distancing myself from my friends and family. I try to be nice but I can't help but lash out at my parents and friends. The littlest things set me off. I don't know if it's the evil inside of me making an appearance or if I'm just truly a bitch. I can tell my friends are getting fed up with me, but I don't need them. None of them know anything about me so they can't even be labeled as friends. My one and true friend is Ana she knows everything about me and doesn't let me down.
As I walk home from the bus stop all I think about is how bad my life has gotten. How I've ruined everything, no I havnt it was Ana, she did this to me. She wants me to be perfect but I can't do that! I'm worthless, disgusting, a fat failure. I know she's always there for me but she's the one stopping me from having other friends, keeps me from being happy. "Hey sweetheart," my mom calls out. I look up realizing I'm home. "Hi." That's all I say to her before walking straight to my room. I don't leave the sanctuary of my room until my mother calls me down. "What?" I ask with an obvious annoyance. "Dinner is ready." She says sternly. "Well I'm not eating,". "Yes you are. I'm not gonna have you starving yourself in my house. Now this whole game you think your gonna play is really getting on my nerves. Sit down and eat." I just stare at her with my mouth agape. This isn't a game. Gosh why do you just assume I'm playing games with you?! Not everything is about you! " you've become really nasty and I'm done, you're a best and I won't tolerate your attention seeking out bursts anymore." I hate you. With that I go to my room and lock the door. She can't talk to me like that! She doesn't even know what's going on! "You know what would make you feel better, do it" Ana's back. I know exactly what she wants, the silver blade is calling to me. I pick it up from it's hiding place and run my finger alone the edge. In a quick motion I slash my wrist, I look down at the blood dripping down my hand. I don't even feel anything as I run the blade harshly down my arm. I see a long line of blood poor out of the fresh slit in my arm, I do this to my other arm. Suddenly everything is spinning, I'm crying as I drop to the ground and lay in my blood. This is it, I think, I'm gonna die, no more painful memories, no more worrying about eating or weight. Myself hatred oozes out with the blood. I'm ready to be free. My last thought. My eyelids fall for the last time. This girl was dying to be perfect, and perfection never came.
