obsessed.

Chapter 4

Helllloooooo:)

I'm writing this chapter early today instead of late so yeah

I might write more than one today cause I have about an hour of time to myself every half hour

If that made any sense^

Lea's POV

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•16 hours before

I took the Nine West shoebox full of receipts and vigorously tore out the receipts until I found the 10 dollar knife I bought at bed bath and beyond when I started getting depressed.

It was a regular thing for me now.

Wake up.

Get dressed.

Do makeup.

Cut.

Brush teeth.

Go to school.

Come home.

Go on phone.

Eat dinner.

Hang out.

Go to bed.

But not to sleep. I would wait until about three, when my brother would finish his last Spider-Man episode, my mom would put down her I-pad, and I could hear my dad's snores, to go to the shoebox to get the knife.

I didn't cut because of your regular reasons.

I cut because it have me a feeling of power, that I wasn't weak anymore.

Every day at school, I would be kicked to the ground, called weak, pinched, you get the point.

I was told to kill myself more often than a sixth grader should have been, but this feeling I got, made me feel immediate relief.

And that, is why I cut.

•16 hours later

I froze.

"Lea, I'm serious." Hailey said, staring daggers into me.

"Oh, it's nothing, I fell last night helping my dad clean up the yard, and I got hit with some sticks." I said trying to assure her it wasn't what she thought it was.

Even though it was.

As much as I wanted to tell Hailey, she didn't know what the girls at school did to me, and she just wouldn't understand.

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