after throwing up my dinner like i did almost all the time i looked down on my exposed wrists and ran my hands over my scars. burn marks and cuts all over my wrist. i started when my mom died and stan and CeCe went all...well the way they are when i was 12. some of the scars were three years old some three days old and i was about to add some new ones. I grabbed my razer and slowley ran it over my skin. i watched as the blood seeped through the cut and closed my eyes as i felt the pain that almost gave me a sense of relif flood over me. this could be it, i could end it here, now, this very second, but i wont. because, things will get better... wont they? i know things are bad now but my mom would be so dissapointed in me if i did. even though shes dead, i still want to make her proud. thats the reason i pretend to be the person i do, so she will be proud of me and for CeCe. i run my two new cuts under cold water and wrap them up in guaz. i change into my pyjamas and put on therapy by all time low and start to cry, once again. why cant i be a normal person, with a normal life, normal friends, normal family. and to be able to really be inlove with someone. But that will never happen. I'll never be nothing more then worthless.
*authers note sorry for the short chapter it was kind of just a filler*
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It should be simple... (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic)
Fiksi Penggemar(Story cover was mads by 'harryforme') Claire had a perfect life, on the outside. She was dating the quarterback, got strait a's, had the perfect body. everyone wanted to be her, no, everyone wanted to be the way she tried to make herself be. But i...
